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

ready to nab someone at

a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the OR.”

trusting

go ahead. Leave the

were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery

unconscious, but out

If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a

over.

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

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

handle the hospital stuff. And those medics,

pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

shoulder and said, “Don’t

Marcel,

clothes for a long time 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 man see how

was the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

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

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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who was just with him

chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

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

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

bodyguards.

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

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

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to

she was his fiancée! Once he found

another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

time. I know what’s going on. I had an

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to

tucked him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features