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

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

wait, ready to

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange

trusting her

Leave the

in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but out

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and

over.

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

might be playing

the hospital stuff. And those medics,

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

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

to Marcel, and left

Yvonne 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 front of Sexton to let the

was the best daughter of the Schnabel

open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the

the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

his eyes.

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

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

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

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

walked into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s

Marcel hadn’t 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,

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

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup

and his gaze fell on

and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so

was his fiancée! Once he found

Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who

you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

the time. I know what’s going on. I

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

carefully tucked him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features