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

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood

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

trusting her

ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

or monsters were left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all by

still unconscious, but out of

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

over.

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

might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by

stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care

must have been the work of those bribed medics.

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t

to Marcel, and left the

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

the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

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

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see

his

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who was

chicken soup she had prepared

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

towards the door

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

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

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

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

brought some soup

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken

and said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to

that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he

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

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your

what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter

foggy, and he drifted

tucked him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged,