The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 21

Standing in front of a vermilion gate worth three million, Elara in her white lab coat dropped her suitcase.

“Mom, Dad, Bro, and sis, I’m back.”

Sienna dashed over like a shot, grabbed Elara’s hand, and gave her the once–over with the same serious scrutiny she’d given Noella earlier, her heart aching with concern.

“Elara, have you lost even more weight? Aren’t you eating well in Emerald County? Mom’s got some soup ready to beef you up.”

Elara shook her head, “No need, I’m doing great.”

She turned around, her gaze zeroing in on Noella, who was surrounded by the four sons of the Schnabel family.

Noella stood gracefully, her delicate face bearing a high resemblance to Sienna, but her brows and eyes held Marcel’s sharp authority, making her seem like a rare orchid in a deserted valley. breathtakingly beautiful.

Elara couldn’t help but admire inwardly; her sister was indeed a Schnabel through and through, her beauty was enough to make one’s heart skip a beat!

“Hey there, I’m Elara, and this is a little something for you.”

Elara took out a small box from her suitcase, revealing a colorful feather hair clip inside. Each feather shimmered like gold under the lights, casting enchanting, fleeting glimmers, dazzling enough to rival diamonds.

“This came from one of my experiments, not worth much. If you don’t like it, no sweat…”

After all, her experiments involved tens of thousands of chickens.

Upon hearing that the hair clip was extracted from those chickens, Yvonne took a big step back.

“Elara, it’s cool you love your research and all, but bringing something like this straight from the lab? Gross!”

Noella was taken aback. She knew about this hair clip: just last month, Emerald County’s Research Institute No. 3 reportedly bred a specimen closest to a chicken breed from 3000 years ago, the Phoenix Lab No. 6.

Institute No. 3 was a top–secret project within all of Harmonia Country’s research initiatives, and who would’ve thought Elara was its head honcho!

The value of this feather hair clip wasn’t something that could be measured in money; it was a significant leap for human research, bound to have a profound impact on various fields in Harmonia Country!

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the hair clip and said, “Thanks, Elara, I really

hassle of getting it out of

country bumpkin, treating a chicken feather like a

with a smile for the first time, her slender figure and neatly trimmed short hair complementing her delicate and graceful visage, dimples popping as

is the sweetest,

no biggie. If it wasn’t such a pain to get out, I would’ve been there to welcome you home too. It’s so annoying. I might just blow up the

Noella was speechless.

Elara to come out, always escorted by a bunch of special forces to keep Elara safe, and even Marcel had to file a report to see her. Over time, Elara

resist and hugged Noella

so good! Nothing like her stinky brothers!

four sons of the Schnabel family looked on with envy and resentment. They wanted to hug

they only dared to ruffle the fluff on her

Yvonne was dumbfounded.

Elara lost her marbles? She was actually

on her. A bookworm and a bumpkin, and the

talk to you

are you still dressed so badly? People know you like that rustic charm, but others might think you’re a country girl

sleeve

was fed up. Yvonne just couldn’t take a hint, always interrupting her sisterly bonding time.

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of the Schnabel kids had their own private study, and Tristan and Sienna never pried into their affairs, allowing the kids to forge

in the study, Yvonne burst into tears as soon

Dad, and the brothers feel guilty. Today, she was even flirting with several guys on the street. We’re the true daughters of the Schnabel family, and she’ll definitely rob you blind, leaving you with nothing! Elara, you’re the real deal, a true Schnabel daughter. why should you give up everything for someone else? We should team up and kick Noella out: having a daughter like her is just shaming the Schnabel family. Grandma was so upset she’s in the hospital

and showed a video she’d

video, Ashlyn was full of vigor, munching through a dozen oranges,

illness.

“Grandma seems to have a good appetite. At her age, she shouldn’t be eating so much sweet stuff. How are you taking care of her? And those cupcakes, are they

all that stuff to show off to Ashlyn, trying to look like the dutiful granddaughter!

too, so what gives

moment she got home, she snagged Mom’s Amethyst gem and banned any food with onions or ginger from the kitchen!”