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

lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

spat out a mouthful of fresh blood

Sexton needs surgery to drain

completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the

the hospital,

Three hours later.

completed a

but out of danger.

Sexton’s condition takes

over.

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

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

on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll

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

in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

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

said goodbye to Marcel,

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

best daughter of the

on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in slumber.

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see

opened his

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family’s granddaughter who was just

soup she had prepared next to

soup for you myself. It’s really good for

glanced towards the door as she

the entrance, laden with

“Who are you?”

walked into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

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

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

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

icy, and his gaze fell on the

said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

could he be so harsh to her?

fiancée! Once he found out, he surely

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

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.”

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

up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted

his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an unfathomable dark