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.

1/5

13:14

Chanter

she had spotted those

ready to nab

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood

to

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest

in the

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart

still unconscious, but out

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn,

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

might

handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take

in Marcel’s room must have been

room – killing two birds with one stone.

said, “Don’t worry, there are

goodbye to Marcel, and left the

to rack up enough

best daughter of the

on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family,

his eyes.

7/5

remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

setting the chicken soup she had

you myself. It’s really good for

the door as she spoke.

laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

by a string of bodyguards.

hadn’t left any room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately

exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating

some soup I

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to

that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely

Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication.

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 granddaughter who saved me.”

had just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to