The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 19

Marcel’s eyes lit up!

That’s right, Noella was one heck of a healer, and a darn good one at that.

Now, his prescriptions were all penned by Noella herself, and she checked on him before every dose.

With his precious granddaughter around, what could possibly go wrong for Sexton?

The door to the hospital room swung open, and a few medical staff with masks stood at the entrance.

“Mr. Marcel, Sexton has passed out, and we need to take him to the operating room now.”

They obviously came prepared. Their faces were covered up tight, not letting anyone get a glimpse of who they really were.

Marcel snorted coldly. “I’d like to see, with me right here, who dares to take Sexton away!”

The medics were expressionless and spoke in a deep tone. “It’s crucial to take care of Sexton’s health. If something happens to him in your room, the Pollack family will hold you accountable. and even you won’t be able to explain it away. Better hand him over to us.”

Marcel was furious. “Bullshit! I’ve never heard of anyone daring to mess with me! Anyone who threatened me is six feet under in the old battlefield. You think you can too?”

The medics were speechless. They exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them.

The lead medic stepped forward, actually attempting to lay hands on Marcel and forcibly take Sexton away!

“Mr. Marcel, no offense, but Sexton’s condition is critical, and we must take him!”

Noella’s needles swiftly

naked eye.

pierced Sexton’s acupuncture points, moving at speeds invisible to the

Before the medics could get any closer, Sexton’s eyes snapped open. He kicked the leading doctor square in the chest with a heavy foot.

“Get the hell away from me!”

The doctor, caught off guard by Sexton’s sudden resistance, was holding a sharp little knife, its blade glinting with a chilling light!

Marcel sneered, “So it was Sexton you were after.”

Guards that had been lying in wait under the bed sprang out, quickly apprehending the dazed medics.

Noella was silent.

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Chanter

bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

were lying in wait, ready

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then

needs surgery to

completely trusting her

go ahead. Leave the rest to

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery

but out of

condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

might be playing chess with the Grim.

stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t

to Marcel, and

a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she was for

was the best daughter of the

hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

opened his

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

setting the chicken soup she

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your

the door

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out

to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean

move exuding nobility.

some soup I made for

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he

Yvonne,

okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for

all the time. I know what’s going

his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted