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

she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

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

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

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the rest

left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

a heart surgery

still unconscious, but out of

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

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

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

guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work

Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

said, “Don’t worry, there

Marcel,

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

the best daughter of the Schnabel

she saw Sexton lying on

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

his

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

chicken soup she had prepared next to

made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good

the door

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

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

people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a

and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting

I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

gaze fell

and said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to her?

that she was his fiancée! Once he found

another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

heard someone tampered with your medication.

hand, coughing several times and 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

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