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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for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange

completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest to

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but out

takes a turn,

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

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

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of them!”

room must have been the work of those

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room

shoulder and said, “Don’t

Marcel, and

time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of

daughter of the

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

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

his

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granddaughter who

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

for you

the door as she spoke.

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

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

room for those people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately

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 a

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

and said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to

she was his fiancée! Once

he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

okay? I heard someone tampered with

speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t 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.”

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