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 had spotted those special forces soldiers

they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at

a mouthful of fresh

Sexton needs surgery to drain the

nodded, completely trusting

go ahead. Leave the rest to me.”

were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all by herself.

still unconscious, but

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

over.

sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for

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

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

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

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone.

concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry,

Marcel, and left the

She was determined to rack up enough brownie points

was the best daughter of the Schnabel

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

Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and

opened his

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family’s granddaughter who was just with him

setting the chicken soup she

you myself. It’s really

towards the door as she

voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the entire hospital’s

Palmer had deliberately left a

move exuding

some soup I made for Grandpa

fell

coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

Once he

at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in

with

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 on. I had an episode just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who saved

bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to

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