The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 9

“Do you not like it? How about trying something else?”

With a nonchalant air, Noella said, “I’m not a fan of seasonings: I can’t stand onions, ginger, or

garlic.”

It was just a minor issue, and she didn’t sweat it. After all, in the Lambert family, Belinda never cared about what she liked to eat. Instead, she would force Noella to eat stuff she hated just to flex her control freak muscles.

The soup bowl in her hand was swiftly taken by Sienna, who then turned to the nanny and instructed. “From now on, absolutely no onions, ginger, or garlic in any of our dishes!”

The nanny was speechless.

Yvonne’s favorite dishes contained onions and gingers!

However, she didn’t dare speak up, just shot a glare at Noella, who had been throwing her weight around since she came home, almost grinding her teeth.

Noella blinked, surprised by Sienna’s command. “It’s fine, really.”

Sienna was unfazed and, taking Noella’s hand, advised, “Noella, when you’ve got a sec, jot down what you like and dislike. What you like to eat, me and your dad will like, and what you don’t is a no–show in our house!”

Tristan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, look how skinny you are; the Lamberts definitely didn’t feed you any good grub.”

To the Schnabel parents, the Lambert family had practically become Noella’s tormentors. Her clothes were nothing to write home about, no brand names and her suitcase was tiny, with no

other luggage in sight!

Talk about pinching pennies!

Sienna hesitated before spilling the beans, “Sweetie, you’ve got four brothers and one sister at home. We figured out a few years back that you and Elara were switched at birth. It took us years to find you. Your dad and I, it wasn’t on purpose, we…”

Noella nodded.

Nobody intentionally swaps kids.

“As for Elara, she’s innocent. We’ve raised her for years, and she’s not looking to compete with you. So, until she finds her own family, we hope she can stay with us. Don’t worry, she’s usually out at Emerald County doing research.”

“The one who called me, that was her?” She remembered Vincent mentioning a rooster crowing on the phone.

“Yup, Elara found you and called you. These past two years, we’ve been digging into what

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you. Your

simply hoped Elara Schnabel could remain

didn’t object; whoever the Schnabel folks wanted to take care of was their

“I got it.”

a sigh

wasn’t the type to kick Elara out of the Schnabel household. Elara had been with them for years, and even when they stumbled upon the truth years

said excitedly. “You’ll surely like Elara when you meet

expression remained neutral,

breath, “And there’s also Ms. Yvonne…”

of Yvonne Schnabel noticeably dampened

of her soup and said indifferently. “As for Yvonne, she’s an orphan adopted by your grandma, not really a

Noella. She had finally managed to get Elara to stay away for research, leaving Yvonne as the only daughter at home. Mr. Schnabel and his wife were bound to grow

now, with a new miss in town, everything that was Yvonne’s was at

nanny’s resentful look but didn’t give two hoots.

“Why adopt?”

Schnabel couple’s attitude was

sick back in the day, dreamed about a celestial maiden descending to keep her company. After she got out of the hospital, she adopted Yvonne, who’s been keeping grandma

a nod, slightly

his hands. “Noella, wanna check

of the Schnabel parents,

They went upstairs.

I heard you’ve got college entrance exams next month. Got any schools in mind?

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if academics aren’t your thing. We can study abroad! Which university do you

thought about it. She had received acceptance letters from Aqua Vine College and Northlight University last month and was still

from studying properly to provoke Briony,

it

is now pursuing her Ph.D. at the Harmonia Country Science Research

Elara was a genius in the science area. No wonder the Schnabel parents were so keen on keeping her

me too! I’m a

“You only got into Aqua Vine College because your old man

loss for words. He chuckled awkwardly and pushed open the door to the second–floor hallway.

style, but every nook and cranny

wardrobe bigger than the Lambert family’s master bedroom, a bathroom floor one could see one’s reflection in, plus a study, a dance studio,

swept his arm grandly. “This whole floor is yours, Noella. Do you like it?”

second floor, at least three 3000