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

out they were lying in wait, ready to nab

a mouthful of fresh

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

the rest to me.”

in the hospital,

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

weren’t for Noella, he might be

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

must have been the work of those bribed medics.

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

her shoulder and said,

goodbye to Marcel,

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

was the best daughter of the Schnabel

lying on

from the Schnabel family,

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

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

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical

was only because Marcel hadn’t left 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,

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 a

Schnabel. I’ve brought some

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

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

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

she was his fiancée! Once he

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

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

a bit foggy, and

gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils