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

for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

wait, ready to nab someone at

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and

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

completely trusting

go ahead. Leave the

demons or monsters were left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

but out of

condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for her.

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

on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff.

room must have been the work

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

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

said goodbye to Marcel, and left

hospital entrance, Yvonne fussed over 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 of Sexton to let the old man

the best daughter of the Schnabel

Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this one?

chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself.

the door as

came from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

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

time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the

exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold

some

and his gaze fell on the chicken

coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to her?

that she was his fiancée! Once he found

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

okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.”

“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

mind a bit foggy, and he

gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an