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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

Sexton needs surgery to drain the

trusting her judgment.

go ahead. Leave the

left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

having completed a

but out

Sexton’s condition takes a turn,

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by

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

room must have been the

Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said,

Marcel, and left the hospital.

for a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie

daughter of the

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

Schnabel family,

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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

setting the chicken soup she had prepared

I made this chicken soup for you myself.

door as she spoke.

entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical staff!

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 to heaven to meddle with Imperial. West Hospital

black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold

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

fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

know that she was his fiancée! Once

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the room.

someone tampered with

times 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 I remember it

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