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!”

with sincere earnestness, his face sporting the honest grin typical of the trustworthy type.

he explained

slightly, this family seemed different from Vincent’s

opened the car door, respectfully saying. “I’ll go grab your luggage. If there’s too much, I’ll get more people to help. Don’t worry, we’ll

Noella had, but figured a young lady

from the family move, even her stuffed animals had

car, simply stating. “No need. Let’s go.”

stunned, then somewhat

he met the miss, and she spoke

any other orders? Your folks told me to thank your foster parents, If you got

when Wren suddenly got drenched head to toe with a bucket

speckled with droplets, and the water had a

how they welcome guests in Tranquility City?”

family’s nanny clapped her hands,

veggie water, didn’t see you there. Thought

Wren was gobsmacked!

clothes, but he also still had the Schnabel family’s thank–you gift

contract worth billions, along with a hefty network,

to gift and ended up deciding on resources to lend the Lambert family a hand. That’s what the Schnabel couple stressed for him

it was

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

to smooth things

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Chapter 3

that, our nanny’s just obsessed with cleanliness. Can’t have such

lines, Wren’s ride was too filthy for their taste.

out the still–dripping documents, trying to hand them

to you, for taking good care

Belinda snickered.

her must be Noella’s

clothes, probably just came

the highland air, calling Noella ‘miss‘ – pure Mary Sue stuff. Belinda

for show.

to take Briony to

back inside, slamming

the gift never made it. Guess he’d