The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 9

“Do you not like it? How about trying something else?”

With a nonchalant air, Noella said, “I’m not a fan of seasonings: I can’t stand onions, ginger, or

garlic.”

It was just a minor issue, and she didn’t sweat it. After all, in the Lambert family, Belinda never cared about what she liked to eat. Instead, she would force Noella to eat stuff she hated just to flex her control freak muscles.

The soup bowl in her hand was swiftly taken by Sienna, who then turned to the nanny and instructed. “From now on, absolutely no onions, ginger, or garlic in any of our dishes!”

The nanny was speechless.

Yvonne’s favorite dishes contained onions and gingers!

However, she didn’t dare speak up, just shot a glare at Noella, who had been throwing her weight around since she came home, almost grinding her teeth.

Noella blinked, surprised by Sienna’s command. “It’s fine, really.”

Sienna was unfazed and, taking Noella’s hand, advised, “Noella, when you’ve got a sec, jot down what you like and dislike. What you like to eat, me and your dad will like, and what you don’t is a no–show in our house!”

Tristan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, look how skinny you are; the Lamberts definitely didn’t feed you any good grub.”

To the Schnabel parents, the Lambert family had practically become Noella’s tormentors. Her clothes were nothing to write home about, no brand names and her suitcase was tiny, with no

other luggage in sight!

Talk about pinching pennies!

Sienna hesitated before spilling the beans, “Sweetie, you’ve got four brothers and one sister at home. We figured out a few years back that you and Elara were switched at birth. It took us years to find you. Your dad and I, it wasn’t on purpose, we…”

Noella nodded.

Nobody intentionally swaps kids.

“As for Elara, she’s innocent. We’ve raised her for years, and she’s not looking to compete with you. So, until she finds her own family, we hope she can stay with us. Don’t worry, she’s usually out at Emerald County doing research.”

“The one who called me, that was her?” She remembered Vincent mentioning a rooster crowing on the phone.

“Yup, Elara found you and called you. These past two years, we’ve been digging into what

13:09

Chapter 9

realized Elara’s actually a few days older than you. Your dad

relatives was all about fate. The Schnabet parents simply hoped Elara Schnabel

folks wanted to take care of was their

“I got it.”

breathed a sigh of

of the Schnabel household. Elara had been with them for years, and even when they stumbled upon the truth years ago, they couldn’t bear to send

“You’ll surely like Elara when

expression remained neutral, silent.

nanny muttered under her breath, “And there’s also Ms.

dampened the parents‘ enthusiasm and

soup and said indifferently. “As for Yvonne, she’s an orphan adopted by your

bit miffed but kept her gaze on Noella. She had finally managed to get Elara to stay away for research, leaving Yvonne as the only daughter at

miss in town, everything that was Yvonne’s was at risk of being

resentful look but didn’t

“Why adopt?”

couple’s attitude

company. After she got out of the

with a nod, slightly

hands. “Noella, wanna check out your

the Schnabel parents, Noella nodded.

They went upstairs.

got college entrance exams next month. Got any schools in mind? No

13.09

Chapter 9

your thing. We can study abroad! Which university

Vine College and Northlight University last month and was

couple was clueless about these developments. Ever since Belinda stopped Noella from studying properly to provoke Briony, she kept

figured it out yet.”

studied abroad, and Elara graduated from Northlight’s gifted youth program and is now pursuing her Ph.D. at the Harmonia Country Science Research Institute. We’ll

area. No wonder the Schnabel parents were so

his chest, “You can ask me too! I’m

out, “You only got into Aqua Vine College because your old man donated a couple of buildings to the school.”

words. He chuckled awkwardly

was decked out in minimalist style, but every nook and cranny screamed understated opulence.

than the Lambert family’s master bedroom, a bathroom floor one could see one’s reflection