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.

up. In hopes of stealing her

and had kleptomaniac tendencies. In the end, because Yvonne had

Yvonne. Yulia vowed to

said the warden, whose voice was characteristically cold and unfeeling as it pulled Yulia out

basic and dilapidated cell she was kept in. A bowl of steaming oatmeal, which she presumed had been delivered not too

knew it had

who ingested it would die

in. The private charter jet bearing the carrier number HY0921 reportedly exploded and crashed at 12:03 am yesterday

was Yulia Hoffman, who was the heiress of the wealthiest family in Creybia, and the youngest chairperson of Hoffman Group.

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 that flickered across the

the plane ruins in desperation as they called out

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

her smile did not reach her eyes as she said quietly,

she turned around and followed the butler who had come to check her

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

perched on the couch and squeezing out a tight smile

I'm surprised you're still here. Isn't your elder daughter being released from the juvenile detention center today? Don't you want to be