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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bombs earlier, she had spotted

they were lying in wait, ready

just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the OR.”

completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the rest

were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

a heart surgery

was still unconscious, but

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

over.

clothes, his heart aching

lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with

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

Marcel’s room must have been the work

Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two

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

Marcel, and left the hospital.

before walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she was for the

daughter of the

saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached

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

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she

made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!”

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards.

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

hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura

some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to

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

glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of

someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

several times and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had

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

his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an