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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for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

ready to nab someone

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then

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

trusting

go ahead. Leave the

in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all

was still unconscious, but out of

heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll

over.

clothes, his

for Noella, he might be

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

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

bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left the

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 front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she was for the

was the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

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

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

slowly opened his

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

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

the door as

the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

was 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

rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

gaze fell on the chicken soup in

“Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to her?

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

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

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.”

waved his hand, coughing several 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

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted