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

had spotted those special forces soldiers

they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

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

trusting her

go ahead. Leave the rest

the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

takes a turn, call me and

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

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

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

Marcel’s room must have

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

said, “Don’t worry, there are

Marcel, and left the

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

the best daughter of the

door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in slumber.

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

opened his

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

she

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

door as she

laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

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

those people to come in 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

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

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I

gaze fell on the chicken soup

said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

fiancée! Once

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out

someone tampered with your medication.

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

foggy, and he drifted back to