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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she was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces

out they were lying in wait, ready to

out a mouthful of fresh blood and

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to

trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest to

monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery

was still unconscious, but out

takes

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

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

the hospital stuff. And those

must have been the work of those bribed

in Marcel’s room – killing

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said,

to Marcel, and left the

She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the

daughter

Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!”

opened his eyes.

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family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next

made this chicken soup for you

door

voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

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

hadn’t left 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

the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses

Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

“Take

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to her?

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

Yvonne, who was clearly, out

you okay? I heard someone tampered with your

times and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep

gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and