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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bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

wait, ready to nab someone at the

out a mouthful of fresh blood and

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

completely trusting

the rest

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart

but out of danger.

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

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

Noella, he might

I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those bribed

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

Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my room.”

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel,

the hospital 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

daughter

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

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

his

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just

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

this chicken soup for you myself. It’s

door as she spoke.

voice came from the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical staff!

hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous

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

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I

and his gaze fell

and said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

was his fiancée! Once he found out,

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

you okay? I heard someone tampered with

you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who saved

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

his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an unfathomable dark shimmer.