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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for bombs earlier, she had spotted those

lying in wait, ready to nab

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

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to

trusting her

the rest

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but out

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

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

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

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

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

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

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

Marcel,

hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front

was the best daughter

she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several

family, and I’ve come to see you!”

slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

she

chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your

door as

came from the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

of bodyguards.

any 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 with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial. West

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.

I’ve brought some soup I

his gaze fell on the

said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

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

glance at Yvonne, who was clearly,

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

weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s

up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted

him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features