The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 10

[Boss, are you doubting that there was something fishy about you being switched at birth?]

Noella nodded and replied: [The Schnabel family is no ordinary wealthy family. A mix–up like swapping kids that goes unnoticed for over a decade just doesn’t happen in families like that, especially when it involves several children.]

[Gotcha, I’ll dig into it right away.]

Five minutes later, thanks to the intel network Noella had set up herself, there was fresh news.

The mix–up with Noella, Briony, and Elara happened because the hospital where their moms. gave birth had a major medical mishap that year.

The delivery room was moved next door to the orphanage, where there were too many people to keep track of, and the security wasn’t exactly tight, leading to the baby switcheroo.

Noella: [Give me the location of that orphanage; I’ll check it out personally later.]

[Boss, the orphanage and the hospital are at the same place, but the hospital has been shut down for years and is now abandoned, while the orphanage is still up and running. Still standing after all these years and in Imperial City, too? That’s no small feat. Be careful, Boss.]

Noella had a hunch that something was off about that orphanage! She checked the address of the orphanage and put away her phone.

Tristan’s voice came from the doorway. “Darling, come down for dinner. Not sure what your taste is, so see if it suits your palate.”

Tristan looked at Noella with eyes full of fatherly love, anxious that she might not like the dishes.

Walking beside him, Noella asked, “With our family’s connections, didn’t you guys want to dig into my past after finding me?”

Tristan chuckled. “It was your sister Elara who said investigating beforehand might bias us, and if your past was rough, it’d be harder for us to make it up to you. So she suggested we get to know you slowly after you came home.”

Noella nodded in understanding.

The grand dining hall was bright, luxurious crystal chandeliers scattered light across the marble walls like a gathering of stars, a fireworks display of light forming the words “Welcome home, darling.”

The dining table, worth thirty million, was made of fragrant ebony and filled the air with its natural aroma, making the food on the table look even more exquisite.

Standing in front of the table were four men, all looking at Noella with eager and cautious eyes.

Then they saw a girl who resembled their mother standing on the stairs, dressed in a light

dress with a luminous Amethyst bracelet on

otherworldly, calm and poised, as if she stepped out of a painting with

was their sister!

your brothers. Come on,

custom–made Italon suit, sporting a pair of precious ruby cufflinks that had fetched sixty. million at last

the youngest at the top of the new rich list, but he

Noella a

product of careful practice on the way home. perfectly

I’m your big bro, Beckett. This is a welcome gift from me. Buy whatever you like, there’s no limit.”

it and nodded

Beckett’s face was more touching than striking gold ten times

man to step forward was fair, with impeccable features and hands that looked like fine

your second eldest brother, Ulrich. Here’s my

of pearwood, pleasing to the

every corner.

wood shavings on Ulrich’s hands; it was clearly his handiwork.

a hairpin and a

best care possible. Of course, I hope you’ll never need

the world, the only one capable of performing surgeries with a hundred percent survival

carved with orchids, made from top–grade wood

Chapter 10

Ulrich, I like

Ulrich’s smile bloomed like spring flowers, more satisfying than snatching a hundred lives

You’ve probably seen me before, right? This is

sculpted nose; even his hair spelled elegance. The youngest grand slam actor in Harmonia Country, he

the luxurious yacht keys from Stirling, expressing her gratitude. “Thank you. Stirling, I

sister wouldn’t like his gift, but her saying she liked

and strode forward,

sister down!

could kick Jasper a few times for fear he would be

floral shirt, the top button undone, revealing

with his slightly roguish charm, was no exception. Thanks to

hotshot lawyer, had strutted his stuff in international courts and never met a case he couldn’t knock out of the park. His cut from a single case could hit the eight–figure mark – talk about every word being worth its weight in gold.

welcome gift from me – what’s a young lady