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 soldiers hiding under

in wait, ready to nab someone

spat out a mouthful of

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s

trusting

ahead. Leave the

demons or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery

but

takes a turn,

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

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

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

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

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

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

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left

determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the

daughter

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

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

his eyes.

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

soup she had

I made this chicken soup for you

door as

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

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

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 would find it as hard as climbing to

looked at Palmer, 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 a king!

Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup

gaze fell on the chicken soup in

and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh to her?

fiancée! Once he found out, he surely

Yvonne, who

okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication.

be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had

woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he

in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his