Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 3

Nydia continued, "The person who died in the plane crash yesterday was Nydia, who went on the assignment in my stead."

Yolanda nearly scoffed at the absurd lie. Nydia had died in the plane crash yesterday? How ridiculous!

It was true that Nydia had been in charge of inspecting the plane before it took off, but she hadn't been on-site during the mission that day.

Isaac knew Nydia would sometimes go on assignments in Yulia's place, but it seemed he was told a different story this time-that Nydia had died in the plane crash, and Yulia was perfectly fine at home.

Yolanda snarled as she hung up the phone and tossed it on the table, muttering, "You're more ambitious than I thought."

Nydia had orchestrated the plane crash so that she could take Yulia's place as the heiress of the Hoffman family. Unfortunately, Yolanda had no intention to let Nydia get away with it.

However, despite being reborn, Yolanda could not take revenge. She could not defend herself in this body, which had wasted away in the juvenile detention center. More importantly, she had yet to purge the slow-acting poison from her system. If she showed up at the Hoffman residence like this, she had no doubt she would be taken out by assassins waiting in ambush.

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The next morning, Vincent Osbourne, the painting instructor Diana hired, was shown to the Hendersons' living room. He was in his 40s and had made a name for himself in Riverdale.

Inside the study, he gave Yvonne an approving once-over and said, "This must be the charming Ms. Yvonne Henderson. I've been telling my associates that the Hendersons have a prodigy among them. It's impressive that she's done so well for her high school entrance exam as to be offered a place at a top-tier high school."

Yvonne smiled demurely at the painting instructor. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

She had a delicately chiseled face and was a soft-spoken young lady. Anyone who saw her could not help doting on her, unlike Yolanda. Despite her lack of beauty, Yolanda liked to keep to herself and behaved as if she was too good for anyone.

times, Vincent finally deigned to look at

"Yolanda Henderson."

His smile faded as contempt flashed in his eyes. "You were released from the juvenile detention center yesterday, weren't you? I'm

at the mention of the

but I've dabbled in it enough to know what to do," Yolanda replied coolly. Not only

she heard Yolanda's words. She thought it was the biggest joke she had ever heard. Yolanda couldn't possibly know what to do with a paintbrush when she had never even picked up traditional painting. Vincent berated a shade tersely, "Yolanda, arrogance is an

at him. It was true that she had mastered traditional painting - she was even an internationally

paintings will be shown at the upcoming art exhibition, but the star of the show will be the painting made in

this rate if you don't drop the attitude!" Yolanda

stiffened. He wondered if he was hard of hearing at that moment. He had never met such an insolent student in

they said the Henderson daughters could not be any more

artwork that looked like the real thing appeared on the screen on the study

also the

us that artistic knowledge of yours," Yvonne prompted with a false encouraging smile

as Yolanda was concerned, she was

bullish delinquent like you. Perhaps your mother should consider

When she saw Vincent storming toward the door, she

explained, "Yolanda said she's dabbled enough in traditional painting to know the art, and

identify a painting. Why did she do that? The art

marched up to Yolanda and was ready to

at Diana. Her gaze held the promise of violence, and Diana shuddered at the murderous gleam as she drew her