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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earlier, she had spotted those special forces

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

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

trusting her

go ahead. Leave the

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by

but out of

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

over.

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

Noella, he might

you go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care

bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those bribed

in Marcel’s room – killing

and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my room.”

Marcel,

with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough

best daughter

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

from the Schnabel family, and

slowly opened his eyes.

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

soup she had prepared next to

for you myself. It’s really good for your

the door as she

voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical staff!

Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and

black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was

some soup I made

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands.

and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to

his fiancée! Once he found out, he

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

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

hand, coughing several 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

foggy, and he

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