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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

out a mouthful of fresh

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange

completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all

unconscious, but out of

Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now.

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work

room

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

goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of

was the best daughter of the Schnabel

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

Schnabel family, and I’ve come

his eyes.

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

setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to

made this chicken soup for you

the door as

the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

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

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, and with a thunderous

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

some soup I made

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken

said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to

was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick.

he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne,

with

hand, coughing several times and speaking weakly, “It’s 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

a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep

carefully tucked him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils