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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earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

a mouthful of fresh blood

Sexton needs surgery to drain the

nodded, completely trusting

Leave the rest to me.”

in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

was still unconscious, but out of

takes a turn, call me

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

for Noella, he might

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

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

in Marcel’s room – killing two

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

goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital.

walking in with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the

the best daughter

Yvonne pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family,

his

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not

she had prepared

for you myself. It’s really good for

the door as she spoke.

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

by a string of bodyguards. He had

So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and

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. radiating the aura

Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa

icy, and his gaze fell on

said coldly. “Take

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

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

spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

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

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

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

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