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

bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers

lying in wait, ready to nab someone

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

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

trusting her

go ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery

still unconscious, but

I’m heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

Noella, he might be playing chess

hospital stuff. And those medics,

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

a bomb in Marcel’s room

Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my

Marcel, and

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

daughter of the

hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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

chicken soup she

for you myself. It’s really good

glanced towards the door as

the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned

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

exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light.

brought some soup I made

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

“Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

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

Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of

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

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

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