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

ready to nab

out a mouthful of fresh blood and

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

completely trusting her

the rest to

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all by

but

Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

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

handle the hospital stuff. And

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

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

Noella’s concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said,

said goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

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

best daughter of the Schnabel family!

lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

soup she had prepared

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

glanced towards the door

came from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

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

were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale

black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken

“Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

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

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

with

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

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