The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 3

Briony was freaking out that If things got too heated, Noella might bail on leaving.

“Mom, I’ll hit the mall with you later to chill you out. I heard that Master Azure’s new fall collection is out, and if we’re late, It’ll be sold out. You know Master Azure’s stuff is always priceless.-

Briony was secretly thrilled at the thought of Noella having zilch to do with these high–society luxuries, maybe even having to get up at dawn to feed the chickens. She couldn’t help but smirk, her eyes landing on the car at the door. Suddenly, she gasped.

“Yikes, what’s up with that car…”

Everyone looked where she was pointing.

Briony had never seen such a casual sedan before.

The car was pitch black with zero bling, and the logo was something Briony had never laid eyes on – definitely not a luxury brand or anything.

Moreover, the car was filthy as hell, caked in dust so thick it almost had a matte finish.

The idea that this vehicle might’ve rolled straight out of some chicken coop in Emerald County, possibly with chicken poop still on the tires, disgusted the Lambert family, causing them to recoil and step back in revulsion.

Talk about embarrassing!

The driver hopped out, his gaze scanning until it landed on Noella.

In an instant, he knew she was the one he was there for!

Her face, a dead ringer for Mrs. Schnabel’s, was unforgettable at a glance- captivating and clear, as if she had stepped out of a painting, impossible to look away from.

The driver bowed. “Miss, welcome home! The lord and lady have a special status and couldn’t come to get you, the one and only Miss in the family, themselves. We hope you aren’t upset about it. We’ve got a welcome home bash ready for you. Unfortunately, we got caught in a dust storm on the way here, so we didn’t have time to wash the car.”

Noella couldn’t figure out the car’s brand either, but it looked kinda familiar.

Wasn’t Emerald County supposed to be some backwater? Why was there even a car?

Her family seemed different from what she’d imagined.

“The one and only Miss? Thought I had an elder sister?”

“Yes, you’re the only daughter of the young master and his lady. Old Lady Schnabel said no matter what, you’re the only true Miss of the family! The other young masters and misses have no objections. From now on, at home, your word is law! I’m Wren, the lord’s driver. This is his

personal car. Everyone’s stoked for you to come home!”

spoke with sincere earnestness, his face sporting the

not to upset Noella, he explained everything

this family seemed different from

car door, respectfully saying. “I’ll go grab your luggage. If there’s too much, I’ll get more

but figured a young lady would

her stuffed animals had to come along – took a whole ten trucks.

in the car, simply stating. “No need. Let’s

stunned, then somewhat

was the first time he met the miss, and she spoke just like

have any other orders? Your folks told me to thank your foster parents, If you got anything to say, I’ll

to toe with a bucket of water, chilling

droplets, and the water had a weird

this how they welcome guests in Tranquility City?”

the Lambert family’s nanny clapped

some veggie water, didn’t see you there. Thought I’d give your car a quick

Wren was gobsmacked!

still had the Schnabel

worth billions, along with a

racked their brains over what to gift and ended up deciding on resources to lend the Lambert family a hand. That’s what the Schnabel couple stressed

it was all ruined!

he wasn’t mad, gave him a

hurried out to smooth

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Chapter 3

with cleanliness. Can’t have such a

was too filthy for their

still–dripping documents, trying

is our family’s gift to you, for taking good care of the miss all

Belinda snickered.

of her must be Noella’s real dad.

no–name clothes, probably just

pure Mary Sue stuff. Belinda searched but found zilch on the car – it had to be some junker the bumpkin

for show.

scram. We’ve got to take Briony

that, she dragged Vincent back inside, slamming the door shut.

thought, the gift never made it. Guess he’d ask what

These people…

feeling they didn’t seem to care much for the miss.