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

had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the bed.

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

trusting

the rest to

were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

but out

takes a turn, call me

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess

stuff. And those medics, I’ll

pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those

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

Noella’s concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are

Marcel, and left

walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack

the best daughter of the Schnabel

she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

his eyes.

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granddaughter who was just with him

she had prepared next to

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you

towards the door

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

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

catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to

black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura of

I’ve brought some

icy, and his gaze fell on

and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

Once he found out,

glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s

bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to