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

out they were lying in wait, ready to

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

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

nodded, completely trusting

ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me

over.

clothes, his heart aching for her.

for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper

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

Marcel’s room must have been the work of those

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing

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

goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie

best daughter of

she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

she had

you myself. It’s

glanced towards the door as she spoke.

laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

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

people to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole,

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.

some soup I made for

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh to her?

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

Yvonne, who

I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m

his hand, coughing several 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 family’s granddaughter

a bit foggy, and he drifted back to

him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features