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.

hateful of her stunning looks and sharp wit while growing up. In hopes of stealing her parents' affection for herself, she framed Yolanda and set her up to become the child of her parents'

boys at school, and had kleptomaniac tendencies. In the end, because Yvonne had pushed for it, her parents

Yvonne. Yulia

here to take you home," said the warden, whose voice was characteristically cold and

oatmeal, which she presumed had been delivered not too long ago, was

took a glance at the oatmeal and immediately knew it had been spiked with poison. It was an imported slow-acting one,

its effects included weight gain and chronic acne. The person who ingested it would

of August, and emergency news just came in. The private charter jet bearing the carrier number

in Creybia, and the youngest chairperson of Hoffman Group. She was only 19 at the

playing on the television in the juvenile detention center's main lobby. Yulia turned to watch it, and her

of four young men were caught rummaging through the plane

second-eldest brother, Isaac Hoffman, was muttering, "Don't worry, Yulie. I'm right here! I've come to get you... You can't be dead. You

as her dispassionate gaze flickered. Her lips curled, but her smile did not reach her eyes as she said quietly, "I'm alive, Isaac. Wait for me to

who had come to check her

turned, an imposing figure materialized on the 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

residence, Diana Whitmore was perched on the couch and squeezing out

your elder daughter being released from the juvenile detention center today? Don't you want