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 soldiers hiding under

in wait, ready to nab someone at

of fresh blood and then passed

surgery to

trusting her

ahead. Leave the rest to

or monsters were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

mask, having completed a

unconscious, but out

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

over.

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

might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper

go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of them!”

bomb in Marcel’s room must have

a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

her shoulder and said, “Don’t

to Marcel,

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 let the old

the best daughter of the Schnabel

open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several tubes attached to him, appearing to be deep in slumber.

Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve

slowly opened his eyes.

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

nodded excitedly, setting the chicken soup she had prepared next to

soup for you myself. It’s really good

glanced towards the door as she

crisp voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

the room, followed by a string of bodyguards.

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

move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a

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

gaze fell on

and said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh to her?

didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once

another glance at Yvonne,

you okay? I heard someone tampered with

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

mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while

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