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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13:14

Chanter

was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces

they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the

a mouthful of fresh

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

trusting her

ahead. Leave the

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

having completed a heart

still unconscious, but

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of them!”

in Marcel’s room must have been the work

Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one

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

to Marcel, and left

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

the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in

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

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being

the chicken soup she had

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good

door as she

laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

of bodyguards.

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

man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility.

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

icy, and his gaze fell on the

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so

know that she was his fiancée! Once

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

someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just

up, his mind a bit foggy, and he

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