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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13:14

Chanter

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

were lying in wait, ready to nab

of fresh

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain

trusting her

go ahead. Leave the

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

Three hours later.

a heart surgery all by

but out

takes a turn, call me

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his

was lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be

hospital stuff. And those medics,

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

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

and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and

with a thermos in hand. She was determined to

best daughter

room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed

the Schnabel family, and I’ve

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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granddaughter who was just with him not being this one?

chicken soup she

you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!”

towards the door

the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had

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

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

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

icy, and his gaze fell on

said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to

she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t

another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

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

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

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