The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 3

Briony was freaking out that If things got too heated, Noella might bail on leaving.

“Mom, I’ll hit the mall with you later to chill you out. I heard that Master Azure’s new fall collection is out, and if we’re late, It’ll be sold out. You know Master Azure’s stuff is always priceless.-

Briony was secretly thrilled at the thought of Noella having zilch to do with these high–society luxuries, maybe even having to get up at dawn to feed the chickens. She couldn’t help but smirk, her eyes landing on the car at the door. Suddenly, she gasped.

“Yikes, what’s up with that car…”

Everyone looked where she was pointing.

Briony had never seen such a casual sedan before.

The car was pitch black with zero bling, and the logo was something Briony had never laid eyes on – definitely not a luxury brand or anything.

Moreover, the car was filthy as hell, caked in dust so thick it almost had a matte finish.

The idea that this vehicle might’ve rolled straight out of some chicken coop in Emerald County, possibly with chicken poop still on the tires, disgusted the Lambert family, causing them to recoil and step back in revulsion.

Talk about embarrassing!

The driver hopped out, his gaze scanning until it landed on Noella.

In an instant, he knew she was the one he was there for!

Her face, a dead ringer for Mrs. Schnabel’s, was unforgettable at a glance- captivating and clear, as if she had stepped out of a painting, impossible to look away from.

The driver bowed. “Miss, welcome home! The lord and lady have a special status and couldn’t come to get you, the one and only Miss in the family, themselves. We hope you aren’t upset about it. We’ve got a welcome home bash ready for you. Unfortunately, we got caught in a dust storm on the way here, so we didn’t have time to wash the car.”

Noella couldn’t figure out the car’s brand either, but it looked kinda familiar.

Wasn’t Emerald County supposed to be some backwater? Why was there even a car?

Her family seemed different from what she’d imagined.

“The one and only Miss? Thought I had an elder sister?”

“Yes, you’re the only daughter of the young master and his lady. Old Lady Schnabel said no matter what, you’re the only true Miss of the family! The other young masters and misses have no objections. From now on, at home, your word is law! I’m Wren, the lord’s driver. This is his

personal car. Everyone’s stoked for you to come home!”

sporting the

upset Noella, he explained everything

slightly, this family seemed different from Vincent’s description.

grab your luggage. If there’s too much, I’ll

much luggage Noella had, but figured a young lady would have

her stuffed animals had to come along – took a

in the car, simply stating.

was a bit stunned, then

met the miss, and she spoke just like

nodded. “Alright, do you have any other orders? Your folks told me to thank your foster parents, If you got

about to decline when Wren suddenly got drenched head to toe with a bucket of

with droplets, and the water had a weird

this how they welcome guests in Tranquility

Wren, the Lambert family’s nanny clapped her hands, setting down her

didn’t see you there. Thought I’d give your car a quick rinse, no biggie,

Wren was gobsmacked!

only had she dirtied his clothes, but he also still had the Schnabel family’s thank–you gift for the Lambert

along with a hefty network, all

family racked their brains over what to gift and ended up deciding on resources to lend the Lambert family a hand. That’s what the Schnabel

it was

nanny Alena, after dumping the water and seeing he wasn’t mad, gave him a defiant glance

out to smooth things over.

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Chapter 3

about that, our nanny’s just obsessed with cleanliness. Can’t have such a dirty car

between the lines, Wren’s ride was

quickly pulled out the still–dripping documents, trying to hand them

to you, for taking good

Belinda snickered.

of her must be

just came

from the highland air, calling Noella ‘miss‘ – pure Mary Sue stuff. Belinda searched but found zilch on the car –

for show.

scoffed, “Alright, take her and scram. We’ve got to take

that, she dragged Vincent back inside, slamming the

papers in his hand, thought, the gift