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

had spotted those special forces soldiers

in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

a mouthful of fresh blood and then

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

nodded, completely trusting her

Leave the rest to me.”

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart

still unconscious, but out of danger.

Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

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

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

Marcel’s room must have been the work of

in Marcel’s room – killing

shoulder and said,

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

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

daughter of the Schnabel family!

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

Schnabel family, and I’ve come

slowly opened his eyes.

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

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

soup for you myself. It’s

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

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

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 strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard

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

brought some soup I made for Grandpa

fell on the chicken soup

and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so

was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely

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

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

waved his 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

bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while

gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra