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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those

lying in wait, ready to nab someone

up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

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

trusting

ahead. Leave the

left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes,

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

handle the hospital stuff. And those

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

room

and said, “Don’t worry,

to Marcel, and left the

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

the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him,

from the Schnabel family,

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had

this chicken soup for you

glanced towards the door

laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He

last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean

suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp,

I’ve brought some soup I made for

gaze fell on the chicken soup

said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he

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

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming.

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

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

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