The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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Noella remained notably quiet, resembling the depth of still water. Her brows and eyes exuded a picturesque quality, akin to delicately painting hills in soft shades of green, evoking elegance and charm.

Wren coughed twice, thinking about the task the lord had given him, and gently said, “Miss, are Mr. and Mrs. Lambert good to you?“–

Noella looked up nonchalantly, her gaze steady yet somehow making Wren feel as though there were needles on his back.

Despite being only 18, her look was more intimidating than the lord. It was as if she could see right through him.

Noella shifted her gaze back down, her eyelashes resembling raven feathers, focusing on the design draft in her hands.

She said indifferently. “They’re okay. Are we heading to Emerald County?”

“We’re not heading to Emerald County. Miss Elara is just doing her research there. She manages a 2,000–acre chicken farm. You seem interested, maybe next time I can take you there for a visit. The call you got last time was from a staff member at the research institute. We’re heading back to Imperial City. Your family is waiting for you at home.”

Imperial City, the political and economic hub of Harmonia Country, where real estate was worth its weight in gold. Getting a house there for a whole family to live in, even a small one, would cost a pretty penny.

Just yesterday, Briony wanted to buy a house in Imperial City because of university stuff, but Vincent shot her down saying it wasn’t a smart investment.

On top of money, you’d need connections to snag a house in Imperial City that ticked all your boxes!

Even in a mountainous area like Emerald County, owning a 2,000–acre chicken farm for research meant you had to be loaded.

Vincent’s connections and cash barely qualified him as the richest guy in the smallest district of Tranquility City, all thanks to Noella secretly funneling him resources out of respect for Old Mrs. Lambert. Otherwise, Vincent wouldn’t have been able to afford a villa by now.

But his days as the top dog were numbered!

At the Lambert Mansion, after seeing Noella off, the family sat amid the chaos of their living

room.

Briony asked uncertainly. “Mom, if sis has a hard time in the future, will she come back to us for money?”

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Belinda snapped, “Listen up, sweetie, keep your distance from her. People like us, we’re not on the same level as those country bumpkins.”

Briony was just worried Belinda might soften and take Noella back in. Hearing her say that made Briony feel warm and fuzzy inside.

see that helicopter flying by

Honey, you have no idea, that was the latest combat chopper, brand spanking new tech, only deputy national leaders get to ride those.

national level big shots were way out of Vincent’s league for life. If that

“And their car…

at all that dust on him was bad luck. This afternoon, I’ll take you shopping and get you more jewelry

tiny handkerchief, would let Briony strut around

Belinda readily agreed.

in with a

received tons of mail and parcels every day;

of

his eyes nearly pop

two paternity test reports.

and the other between Belinda and Briony.

the results were worlds

sequence

the heck

and suddenly remembered what Noella had mentioned about the ‘gift‘

That damn girl!

month; where would she get the cash? She’s

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face, played the part of the

her skeptically, indeed seeing his own features in hers.

must be real.

mistake my daughter. It’s definitely Noella’s doing; the kid’s twisted. Good thing we cut her off.”

a malicious girl was

Vincent left, Belinda breathed a

learn micro expressions. As long as you act and look like your dad, he’ll think you’re like him and won’t

Belinda and muttered a yes, “Then mom, buy me another designer piece. from Master Azure. I want a

her smile full of tenderness. “Sure,

smile was smugly satisfied.

Azure was. Their lives from now on would be Worlds apart – one

plane, Noella glanced at her phone, selectively replying to messages.

It could stay connected even 10,000 meters.

phone wasn’t completely wiped either. With a few taps and swipes, she had it back in business. She couldn’t care less about keeping anything from the Lambert