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

she was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those

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

up, spat out a mouthful of

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

nodded, completely trusting

the rest to

the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a

but out of

If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

he might be playing chess with the

you go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

room must have been the work of those bribed

in Marcel’s room

Noella’s concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left

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

best daughter of the Schnabel

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

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

opened his

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!”

the door as

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

room, followed by a string of bodyguards.

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

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

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

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

and said coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so

Once

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

with

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

up, his mind a bit foggy, and