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

in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial

of fresh blood and then passed out

to drain the hematoma. Let’s

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

Leave the rest to me.”

in the hospital,

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery

still unconscious, but out of

Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with

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

that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have

Marcel’s room – killing two

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

Marcel,

with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see how perfect she

the best daughter

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

the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to

his eyes.

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come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who

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

soup for you myself. It’s really good for

glanced towards the door

came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

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

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

handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie

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

expression was icy, and his gaze fell

and said coldly. “Take your soup and get out.”

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

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

spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out

someone tampered with your medication. I’m

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

just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while

his sculpted features extra rugged,