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

bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood

needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

trusting

Leave the rest to

the hospital,

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by

still unconscious, but out

If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and

over.

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

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

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

guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must

room

shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

to Marcel,

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

daughter of the

open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family,

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

she had prepared

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself.

door as she

voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He

this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with

looked 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 light.

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

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to her?

she was his fiancée! Once he found

he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne,

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for

okay, 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

and he drifted back to sleep while talking to

in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held