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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for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers

wait, ready

a mouthful of fresh blood and then

Sexton needs surgery to

trusting

the

in the hospital,

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

but out

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

over.

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

Noella, he might be playing chess with

hospital stuff.

guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

Noella’s concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there

said goodbye to Marcel, and left

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

best daughter of the

the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

opened his eyes.

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

chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

for you myself. It’s really

door as she

laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s medical

time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as

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

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I

icy, and his gaze fell on the

said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

his fiancée! Once he

spare another glance at Yvonne, who

heard someone tampered with your medication.

okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an

just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking

gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an unfathomable dark