Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 1

"Yulia Hoffman was the heiress of the wealthiest family in Creybia. She was also known as the chairperson of Global-50 Hoffman Group and made a name for herself as Hestia's prodigy. "She joined a mercenary group ten years ago and became the world's top assassin four years later.

"Four years ago, she became the top professor in world-class healthcare. Three years ago, she topped the World Hacker List.

"At the young age of 17, she became a racing champion. Just a year ago, she set up the Grave Forces and beat Southeast Eridonia's martial arts champion.

"She became a leading figure in the country and founded the underworld. Alas, the prodigy herself died... in a terrible plane crash at 3:00 am today. She was only 19 years old."

The sudden tragedy was reported at 9:19 am, and the news was so sensational that the world was left reeling from it.

The infamous and intimidating Yulia Hoffman had died.

"Yulia!" Yulia. Yolanda. The voice that called out to her was disembodied and distant. Whose voice was it?

The young lady's gaze was laced with murderous intent when she opened her eyes. Her bones were aching, and she couldn't help reaching up to massage her throbbing temples. The next second, Yulia's gaze fell on the chubby hands before her. She started. These weren't her hands! Her hands were slender and delicately built despite the many days she spent holding a gun.

"Where am I?" she muttered to no one in particular.

She hissed when a slew of information invaded her headspace: "My name is Yolanda Henderson, and I'm a rebellious young lady who was sent to the juvenile detention center after my parents caught me stealing..." Yulia blinked. She was Yolanda Henderson - the heiress of the Henderson family who hailed from Riverdale.

wit while growing up. In hopes of stealing her parents' affection for herself, she framed Yolanda and set

fights, played hooky, fooled around with boys at school, and had kleptomaniac tendencies. In the end, because Yvonne had pushed for it, her parents finally decided to send Yolanda to a juvenile detention center. It had been three years since Yolanda was held in the

played, Yvonne. Yulia vowed

the warden, whose voice was characteristically cold and

cell she was kept in. A bowl of steaming oatmeal, which she presumed had been delivered not too long ago, was atop the wooden table across

at the oatmeal and immediately knew it had been spiked with poison. It was

accumulating in the system, and its effects included weight gain and chronic acne. The person who ingested it would die at the three-year mark without fail. Today happened to mark

in. The private charter jet bearing the carrier number HY0921 reportedly exploded

the wealthiest family in Creybia, and the

on the television in the juvenile detention center's main lobby. Yulia turned to watch it, and her icy gaze fell upon the images of what was left of the plane

towering silhouettes of four young men were caught rummaging through the plane ruins in desperation as they called out her old name. "Yulie!

I've come to get you... You can't be dead. You can't

as her dispassionate gaze flickered. Her lips curled, but her smile did not reach her eyes as she said quietly,

had come to check her out of the juvenile

screen. The figure stood a few hundred yards away from the scene of the plane crash. He surveyed the aftermath of the tragedy with dark eyes as the crowd frantically searched for Yulia's corpse among the ruins. He pressed a hand to his chest in relief while tenderness shone

perched on the couch and squeezing out a tight smile at Zora Xenid,

elder daughter being released from the juvenile detention center today? Don't you want to be there for her?" Zora asked snidely, as she knew it would irk