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

waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh

“Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma.

nodded, completely trusting her judgment.

ahead. Leave the

were left in the hospital, Marcel would take care of them!

Three hours later.

removed her mask, having completed a heart surgery all

still unconscious, but out of danger.

takes a turn, call me

over.

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

might be

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

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

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room –

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

nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and

the hospital entrance, Yvonne fussed over 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 let the old man see how perfect she was

daughter of the Schnabel

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 you!”

slowly opened his

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who

the chicken soup she had prepared next to Sexton’s

for you myself. It’s

glanced towards the door

laden with an indescribable authority and

“Who are you?”

a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned out the

only because Marcel 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

profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura of a

Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup

“Take your soup and

Yvonne was stunned.

so harsh

definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found

Yvonne, who was clearly, out of

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 had an episode

his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to Palmer.

gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an