Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 2

Yolanda did not miss the contempt in Diana's tone. She looked up slowly as her clear and shrewd gaze fell upon the older woman. She asked, "What do you mean I can't go through the front door?"

Diana was about to say something when Zora, who had been in the living room, came to the front door. Her high heels clacked against the polished floor as she approached Yolanda with a smug smile.

Upon seeing Yolanda up close, she gasped. "Goodness! Yolanda, is that you? What has three years of being in the juvenile detention center done to you? Where did all this extra weight come from?

"Diana, you ought to bring her to the dermatologist before that horrible acne scars her face! You wouldn't want men to run at the sight of her, would you? It's bad enough that she's a talentless and an unambitious student, but to lose a pretty face..." Her words cut Diana like knives. In the past, Diana had made similar remarks about Zora's daughter when Yvonne was around, but only because Yvonne was an exceptional child.

Now that Yolanda was back, the scales had tipped in Zora's favor.

"Oh, I just remembered. With the new school term coming around, Yolanda's bad grades and less-than-savory permanent record would be a cause for concern. She wouldn't get into first-rate schools.

"I have a cousin who is a school vice principal. She'll be attending an art exhibition in three days. Maybe you could bring Yolanda with you, and I could introduce you," Zora offered.

Zora's smug expression belied her generosity. Yolanda saw through the former's act and interjected coolly, "No, thanks. The only admissions exam I'll take will be for the best high school in the continent."

Upon hearing this, Diana stiffened. Even Zora shot Yolanda an incredulous look. For some reason, she felt small under Yolanda's gaze. It was as if Yolanda was more powerful than her.

Yolanda spoke with certainty and left no room for questions.

Zora's merciless taunts. "I wouldn't have to beg for favors if you were half as brilliant as Yvonne!" She then turned to address Zora. "It's very kind of you to offer, Zora, but I won't be bringing Yolanda to the art exhibition. Yvonne will go

icy stare at Diana as the words "half as

now that she's been released from the juvenile detention center. We can't have the rest of fine society calling you a wicked and self-serving mother," Zora pointed out. She covered her mouth, but not before she snorted and

was starting to get sick of hearing

snapped

set and acne-covered young lady before her. How could she have birthed

from tomorrow onward. I don't want you to embarrass me with your philistine tendencies when we show up at the art exhibition," Diana added spitefully as she huffed and stormed back

Yolanda looked up and surveyed the Henderson residence. Her eyes were like icy orbs of onyx as she stared at Diana's retreating figure.

the second floor. She stopped in front of the master bedroom, which was also Yvonne's room, when she passed by it. She glanced at Yvonne's room, which had been decorated with opulence in mind. As for Yolanda's room,

Diana informed when she noticed Yolanda taking in Yvonne's room. She added frigidly, "Your room is next door. Don't be upset that it's all you deserve. Yvonne is slated to get into a first-rate university soon, so she naturally gets the best room." Yolanda tipped her head to one side and looked up at Diana

a choice, I would never have given birth to you. You kept stealing money and getting into fights in the past. If

some serious damage. Yolanda had considered fulfilling daughterly obligations after she inherited this body from the real Yolanda, but it seemed she

your mouth like that! Why did you even come back here? You should have died

had spread all over her face. It marred her features until they looked like they were bridged by it. She had

redirected her to the Intercontinental Web. She was about to key in her password and inform a few members of her circle about her survival when a sudden beeping sounded.

same password again, but the beeping ensued with indication that

it mere minutes before she got on the plane. "Nydia?" she muttered under her breath. Nydia Hoffman was her adoptive younger sibling, who was of similar age and had similar skill sets. She was the only other person who knew the password to the Intercontinental Web. Nydia had selflessly