The Killer Queen (Noella Briony) novel Chapter 19

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 

When she was checking for bombs earlier, she had spotted those special forces soldiers hiding under the bed. 

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

Sexton, just waking up, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then passed out again. 

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

Marcel nodded, completely trusting her judgment. 

“You go ahead. Leave the rest to me.” 

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

Three hours later. 

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

Sexton was still unconscious, but out of danger. 

“Grandpa, I’m heading back. If Grandpa Sexton’s condition takes a turn, call me and I’ll be right 

over. 

Marcel looked at his granddaughter’s sweat–soaked clothes, his heart aching for her. 

Sexton was lucky indeed. If it weren’t for Noella, he might be playing chess with the Grim. Reaper by now. 

“Alright, you go on home. I’ll handle the hospital stuff. And those medics, I’ll take care of them!” 

Noella guessed that the pineapple bomb in Marcel’s room must have been the work of those bribed medics. 

Poisoning Sexton, planting a bomb in Marcel’s room – killing two birds with one stone. 

Seeing Noella’s concern, Marcel patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, there are cameras in my room.” 

Noella nodded, said goodbye to Marcel, and left the hospital. 

At 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 for the Pollack family! 

She was the best daughter of the Schnabel family! 

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

“Grandpa Sexton? I’m Yvonne from the Schnabel family, and I’ve come to see you!” 

Sexton slowly opened his eyes. “Yvonne?” 

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How come he remembered the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who was just with him not being this one? 

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

“Grandpa Sexton, I made this chicken soup for you myself. It’s really good for your recovery!” 

She glanced towards the door as she spoke. 

A crisp voice came from the entrance, laden with an indescribable authority and dominance. 

“Who are you?” 

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

It was 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 a thunderous strike, the Cerulean Whale would find it as hard as climbing to heaven to meddle with Imperial. West Hospital again! 

Yvonne looked at Palmer, the man in the black suit with a rugged and handsome profile, hist every move exuding nobility. His tie was crisp, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light. radiating the aura of a king! 

“Mr. Pollack, I’m Yvonne Schnabel. I’ve brought some soup I made for Grandpa Sexton.” 

Palmer’s expression was icy, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Yvonne’s hands. 

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

Yvonne was stunned. 

How could he be so harsh to her? 

He definitely didn’t know that she was his fiancée! Once he found out, he surely wouldn’t kick. her out! 

After Palmer spoke, he didn’t spare another glance at Yvonne, who was clearly, out of place in the room. 

“Grandpa, are you okay? I heard someone tampered with your medication. I’m sorry for coming. late.” 

Sexton waved his 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 just now, and I remember it was the Schnabel family’s granddaughter who saved me.” 

Sexton had just woken up, his mind a bit foggy, and he drifted back to sleep while talking to Palmer. 

Palmer carefully tucked him in, his gaze gentle, his sculpted features extra rugged, and his pupils held an unfathomable dark shimmer. 

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As Yvonne gazed at his profile, she could feel her heart going wild, thumping like crazy! 

The man in front of her was just too hot, a total package in looks and vibes–totally her match! And to top it off, he was the top dog on the elite entrepreneurs‘ rich list!