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 was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces

turned out they were lying in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

of fresh blood and then

surgery to drain the hematoma. Let’s arrange the

trusting her judgment.

the rest to me.”

left in the hospital, Marcel would take care

Three hours later.

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

was still unconscious, but out

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

over.

at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

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

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

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

planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two

patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my room.”

Marcel,

with a thermos in hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in

was the best daughter of

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

Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see

his

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the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was

soup she had

Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good

door

from the entrance, laden with an indescribable

“Who are you?”

into the room, followed by a string of bodyguards.

had deliberately left a

man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses

I’ve brought some soup I made

gaze fell on

frowned and said coldly. “Take your

Yvonne was stunned.

be so harsh

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

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

are you okay? I heard someone tampered with

can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on.

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

his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged,