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

was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood

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

nodded, completely trusting her

Leave the rest

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all by

was still unconscious, but out

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

over.

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

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

stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care

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

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

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

goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how

daughter of the

pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in slumber.

I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

opened his eyes.

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

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

you myself. It’s really

glanced towards the door as she

entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

of bodyguards. He had cleaned

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

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

some soup I

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

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

Yvonne, who was clearly, out of

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

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

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

carefully tucked him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his