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

in wait, ready to nab someone

a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

trusting

Leave the rest to me.”

the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

having completed a heart

was still unconscious, but out of

takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

clothes, his heart

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

you go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those

must have been

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

and said,

said goodbye to Marcel, and left the

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

the best daughter of

door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in slumber.

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

setting the chicken soup she

made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good

door

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

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

left any 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 strike, the Cerulean Whale

the man in the black 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 of

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

was icy, and his gaze fell

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to her?

was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely

Yvonne, who was clearly, out

with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.”

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

just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted

tucked him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features