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

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

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

a mouthful of fresh blood and

to drain

trusting her judgment.

the rest

monsters were left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart

but out

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes

over.

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

Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now.

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

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been

Marcel’s room – killing

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

to Marcel, and left the

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

best daughter of the Schnabel

Yvonne pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton 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 come to see you!”

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

she had prepared

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good

glanced towards the door as

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards.

that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean

and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura of

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

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

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for

all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now,

his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted

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