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 forces soldiers hiding under

in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

spat out a mouthful of fresh

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

trusting her judgment.

Leave the

left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

completed a

but out of danger.

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart

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

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

the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

in Marcel’s room – killing

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

goodbye to Marcel, and left

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

was the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to

family, and I’ve come to see

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being

the chicken soup she had prepared next

chicken soup for you myself. It’s

glanced towards the door as she

the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards. He

because Marcel 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

exuding nobility. His

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup

fell on the

coldly. “Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

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

glance at Yvonne, who

heard someone tampered with

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 the Schnabel

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

him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features