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

wait, ready

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

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

completely trusting her judgment.

the

in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all

still unconscious, but

Sexton’s condition 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

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

bomb in Marcel’s room must

room – killing two

said, “Don’t worry,

goodbye to Marcel, and

entrance, Yvonne fussed over her clothes for 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 the

best daughter of

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

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

his

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him

chicken soup she had prepared next to

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

the door as

laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

walked into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards.

Marcel 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 left a loophole, and

man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed

brought some soup I made

his gaze fell on the

coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

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

glance at Yvonne, who

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

know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and

just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to