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 hiding under the

out they were lying in wait, ready

of fresh blood

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the

or monsters were left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

unconscious, but out of danger.

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

over.

granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching

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

handle the hospital stuff.

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

bomb in Marcel’s room

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

to Marcel,

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

daughter

saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in

from the Schnabel family,

slowly opened his

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remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with

soup she had

for you myself. It’s really good

glanced towards the door as

the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

of bodyguards. He had cleaned out

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

handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting

Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.”

icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken

coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

she was his fiancée! Once he found

Yvonne, who

heard someone tampered with your

what’s going on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was

a bit foggy, and he drifted back

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