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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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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Marrying into his world? Yvonne couldn't even begin to dream how sweet life
would be!
Palmer looked up at Yvonne, furrowing his brows as he asked, “Why are you still
here? 1 told you get lost.”
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Just before, Sexton said it was the granddaughter of the Schnabel family who
saved him.
Palmer was emotionless, his gaze icy and indifferent. “So you're saying you
saved my granddad?”
Yvonne nodded frantically!
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“It was me. I'm a student of Professor Calvin, and saving your grandpa was the
least I could do. I'm willing to do anything to make you happy, Palmy...
Palmer withdrew his gaze, nodding slightly.
“Alright then, scram, and don’t come back.”
Yvonne was speechless.
How could he do this to her!
She had just told him she saved Sexton, and he still kicked her out?
“Palmy...”
Palmer, clearly annoyed, waved his hand and instantly a few bodyguards
stepped up, grabbed Yvonne by the arms, and chucked her out.
Yvonne stood in front of the hospital room, on the verge of tears, staring at the
shut door. She'd definitely be back!
Inside the room, Palmer was the picture of cool detachment.
His secretary stepped forward, bowing slightly as she asked, “Mr. Pollack, do you
suspect something's fishy with Ms. Schnabel?”
Palmer massaged his temples, a predatory smile curling his lips.
she really and save my grandfather, why would she bring him chicken soup?
Clearly a fool
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“Yes, sin.”