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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she was checking 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

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then

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

nodded, completely trusting

the rest

the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

still unconscious, but out of danger.

condition takes a

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for her.

Noella, he might be playing chess with the

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And

Marcel’s room must

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said,

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left

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

the best daughter of

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

from the Schnabel family,

slowly opened his

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this one?

chicken soup she

you

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

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

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 with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial.

handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup

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

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

fiancée! Once he found out, he

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne,

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just

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

gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an unfathomable