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 forces soldiers hiding under the bed.

out they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the

of fresh blood and then passed out again.

needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

nodded, completely trusting

Leave the rest to me.”

demons or monsters were left in the

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all

but out of

If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes

over.

clothes, his heart

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

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

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

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two

patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and

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 Pollack

daughter of

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

family, and I’ve come to see

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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family’s granddaughter who was just with him

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next

for you myself. It’s really good

towards the door as

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

bodyguards. He had cleaned

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

every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

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

coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to her?

Once he found out, he

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

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

know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I

had just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back