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

checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces

in wait, ready to nab someone at the crucial moment.

out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again.

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

nodded, completely trusting her

Leave the

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

Three hours later.

completed a heart surgery

still unconscious, but

takes a turn, call

over.

looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his

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

the hospital stuff.

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

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

shoulder and said, “Don’t worry,

to Marcel, and

hand. She was determined to rack up enough brownie points in front of Sexton to let the old man see

daughter of

Sexton lying on the bed with several

from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come

his eyes. “Yvonne?”

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Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being

soup she had prepared next

made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your

glanced towards the door as she

laden with an indescribable authority and dominance.

“Who are you?”

room, followed by a string of bodyguards. He had cleaned

deliberately left a loophole, and with a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find

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

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

and his gaze fell on the chicken

coldly. “Take your soup

Yvonne was stunned.

be so

was his fiancée! Once he found

he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who

okay? I heard someone tampered with your

and speaking weakly, “It’s okay, you can’t be around all the time. I know what’s going on. I had an episode

had just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted

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