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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bombs earlier, she had spotted

turned out they were lying in wait, ready to nab

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then

surgery to

trusting her judgment.

the rest

left in the hospital, Marcel would take

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by

still unconscious, but out of danger.

I’m heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be right

over.

sweat–soaked clothes,

might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by

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

that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the

in Marcel’s room – killing two

shoulder and said,

Marcel,

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

the best daughter of the

on the bed with several

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family,

opened his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s hand.

for you myself. It’s

the door as she

the entrance, laden

“Who are you?”

string of bodyguards. He had cleaned

Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as

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

I’ve brought some soup I

was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in

and said coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to

didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her

another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for

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

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

gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and