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.

more times, Vincent finally deigned to look

"Yolanda Henderson."

flashed in his eyes. "You were released from the juvenile detention center yesterday, weren't you?

at the mention of the

to do," Yolanda replied coolly. Not only that, she had mastered the art

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 unbecoming trait. It's all right to admit you haven't dabbled in a certain field. I can teach you as long as you are willing to learn.

him. It was true that she had mastered traditional painting - she was

the star of the show will be the painting made in less than

to him at all. "Were you listening to me at all? The exhibition is in two days. You won't learn anything at this rate if you don't drop the attitude!" Yolanda looked up and met his gaze

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

sullenly, "I see what they meant when they said the Henderson daughters could not be any more different. If you're so brilliant, why don't you tell me about the

second, an artwork that looked like the real thing appeared

sight. Not only did she recognize it, she was also the painter. However, the

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

concerned, she

at the painting. "I see no point in wasting my time and effort teaching a bullish delinquent like you. Perhaps your mother

hearing the commotion within. When she

up and explained, "Yolanda said she's dabbled enough in traditional painting to know the art, and that Mr. Osbourne isn't good enough

her to identify a painting. Why did she do that? The art exhibition is in two days. She can't go around

after hearing Yvonne's explanation. She marched up to Yolanda and was ready to slap the young lady across the

that moment, Yolanda turned and shot a deadly look at Diana. Her gaze held the promise of violence, and Diana shuddered at the murderous gleam as she drew her hand