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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13:14

Chanter

spotted those

ready to nab someone at the

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

surgery to

nodded, completely trusting her

go ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

were left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

unconscious, but out

condition takes a turn, call

over.

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

might be playing chess with the Grim.

you go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take

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

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two

shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left

determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect

daughter of

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

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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who was just with him not being this one?

chicken soup she had

you myself. It’s really good for your

door as

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

at Palmer, the man in the 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 a

I’ve brought some soup I made for

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

she was his fiancée! Once

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was

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

all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just

foggy, and