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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she was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding

were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the

out a mouthful of fresh

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

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the rest

monsters were left in the

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all

still unconscious, but out

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes,

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

home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take

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

room

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

said goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

over her clothes for a long time before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough

the best daughter of the Schnabel

she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in

family,

his

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

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had

this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really

glanced towards the door as she

entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

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

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 would find

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

brought some soup I made

and his gaze fell on

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to her?

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her out!

didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your

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 was the Schnabel

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted

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