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.

twin sister, Yvonne Henderson, had grown jealous and hateful of her stunning looks and sharp wit while growing up. In hopes of stealing

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

Yulia vowed to

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

oatmeal, which she

knew it had been spiked with poison. It was an

The person who ingested it would die at the three-year mark without fail. Today happened

private charter jet bearing the carrier number HY0921 reportedly exploded

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

watch it, and her icy gaze fell upon the images of what was left of the plane

silhouettes of four young men were caught rummaging through the plane ruins in desperation as they called

Yulie. I'm right here! I've come to get you... You can't be

gaze flickered. Her lips curled, but her smile did

had come to check her

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

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

released from the juvenile detention center today? Don't you want to be there for her?"