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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Chanter

she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the bed.

wait, ready to nab

a mouthful of

spoke up, “Grandpa, Grandpa Sexton needs surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the

nodded, completely trusting her

Leave the rest to me.”

left in the hospital,

Three hours later.

her mask, having completed a heart surgery all

unconscious, but

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

over.

his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

might be playing chess with the

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

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

bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds

said, “Don’t

to Marcel, and left

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

the best daughter of the Schnabel family!

Yvonne pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Sexton lying on the bed with several

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

his eyes.

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family’s granddaughter who was just with him

soup she had prepared next

this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really

towards the door as

came from the entrance, laden with an

“Who are you?”

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

to come in last time that they were hard to catch. So this time. Palmer had deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale

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

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

and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s

“Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

he be so harsh

definitely 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 of place

tampered with your medication. I’m sorry

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

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

gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged,