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

spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under

ready to nab someone

a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

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

completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

was still unconscious, but

Grandpa 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 chess with the Grim. Reaper by

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

room must

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

and said, “Don’t worry,

goodbye to Marcel, and left

hospital 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

was the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

his

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family’s granddaughter who

the chicken soup she

soup for you myself. It’s really good for

door

voice came from the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had

only because 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 with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing

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 king!

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

his gaze fell on the chicken

frowned and said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to

she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her out!

glance at Yvonne, who was

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming.

speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going

mind a bit foggy, and