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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13:14

Chanter

she was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those

were lying in wait, ready to nab

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the

completely trusting

Leave the rest to

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

having completed a heart

but

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his

If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing

the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll

room must have been the work of those

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

Marcel, and left the

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

the best daughter of the

on

Schnabel family, and I’ve

his

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

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

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your

glanced towards the door

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

of bodyguards.

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 as climbing to

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

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so

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

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

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

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 family’s granddaughter

and he drifted back to sleep while talking to Palmer.

his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held