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!”

the honest grin typical of

to upset Noella, he explained everything in

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

If there’s too much, I’ll get more people

didn’t know how much luggage Noella had, but figured

even her stuffed animals had to come along

car, simply stating. “No need.

stunned, then

miss, and she

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

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

droplets, and the water had a weird smell to

this how they welcome guests in Tranquility City?”

nanny clapped her hands, setting down her bucket.

veggie water, didn’t see you there. Thought I’d give your

Wren was gobsmacked!

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

with a hefty network, all down

what to gift and ended up deciding on resources to lend the Lambert family a hand. That’s what

it was

after dumping the water and seeing he wasn’t

to smooth things

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Chapter 3

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

the lines, Wren’s ride was too filthy for

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

is our family’s gift to you, for taking good

Belinda snickered.

her must be Noella’s real

dusty, no–name clothes, probably just came from working the fields.

air, calling Noella ‘miss‘ – pure Mary Sue stuff. Belinda searched but found zilch on the car – it had to be some junker the bumpkin

for show.

take her and scram. We’ve got to take Briony to get her custom fall fashion. We’ll be late!”

back inside, slamming the door

papers in his hand, thought, the gift never