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

bombs earlier, she had spotted those special

turned out they were lying in wait, ready to nab

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood

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

nodded, completely trusting her

Leave the rest to

left in the

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery

still unconscious, but out

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

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes,

indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now.

handle the hospital stuff.

Marcel’s room must

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

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

to Marcel, and left the hospital.

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

best daughter of

open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several

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

opened his

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granddaughter who was just

soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s

the door as she spoke.

entrance, laden with an indescribable authority

“Who are you?”

room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s

deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with

looked at Palmer, 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.

I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

frowned and said coldly. “Take your soup and get

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh

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

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

with your medication. I’m sorry

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

had just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he

gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils