The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 21

Standing in front of a vermilion gate worth three million, Elara in her white lab coat dropped her suitcase.

“Mom, Dad, Bro, and sis, I’m back.”

Sienna dashed over like a shot, grabbed Elara’s hand, and gave her the once–over with the same serious scrutiny she’d given Noella earlier, her heart aching with concern.

“Elara, have you lost even more weight? Aren’t you eating well in Emerald County? Mom’s got some soup ready to beef you up.”

Elara shook her head, “No need, I’m doing great.”

She turned around, her gaze zeroing in on Noella, who was surrounded by the four sons of the Schnabel family.

Noella stood gracefully, her delicate face bearing a high resemblance to Sienna, but her brows and eyes held Marcel’s sharp authority, making her seem like a rare orchid in a deserted valley. breathtakingly beautiful.

Elara couldn’t help but admire inwardly; her sister was indeed a Schnabel through and through, her beauty was enough to make one’s heart skip a beat!

“Hey there, I’m Elara, and this is a little something for you.”

Elara took out a small box from her suitcase, revealing a colorful feather hair clip inside. Each feather shimmered like gold under the lights, casting enchanting, fleeting glimmers, dazzling enough to rival diamonds.

“This came from one of my experiments, not worth much. If you don’t like it, no sweat…”

After all, her experiments involved tens of thousands of chickens.

Upon hearing that the hair clip was extracted from those chickens, Yvonne took a big step back.

“Elara, it’s cool you love your research and all, but bringing something like this straight from the lab? Gross!”

Noella was taken aback. She knew about this hair clip: just last month, Emerald County’s Research Institute No. 3 reportedly bred a specimen closest to a chicken breed from 3000 years ago, the Phoenix Lab No. 6.

Institute No. 3 was a top–secret project within all of Harmonia Country’s research initiatives, and who would’ve thought Elara was its head honcho!

The value of this feather hair clip wasn’t something that could be measured in money; it was a significant leap for human research, bound to have a profound impact on various fields in Harmonia Country!

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“Thanks, Elara, I really like it, but isn’t it too

getting it out of the research institute. Yvonne rolled her eyes.

bumpkin, treating a chicken feather like

a smile for the first time, her slender figure and neatly trimmed short hair complementing her

is the sweetest,

been there to welcome you home too. It’s so annoying. I might just blow up the lab one day and try

Noella was speechless.

lab was definitely overkill. It was a big deal for Elara to come out, always escorted by a bunch of special forces to keep Elara safe, and

and hugged

sister smelled so good! Nothing like

family looked on with envy and

anger, they only dared to ruffle the fluff on her

Yvonne was dumbfounded.

She was actually hugging that country bumpkin!

on her. A bookworm and a bumpkin, and the most beautiful, elegant daughter of the Schnabel

need to talk to you about something.”

rustic charm, but others might think you’re a country girl

was on the verge of tears! She tugged at Elara’s sleeve and said, “Elara, I really have something important to tell

couldn’t take a hint, always interrupting her sisterly bonding time. “Alright,

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their own private study, and Tristan and Sienna never pried into their affairs, allowing

in the study, Yvonne burst into tears

daughters of the Schnabel family, and she’ll definitely rob you

her point, she pulled out her phone and showed a video she’d taken of Ashlyn in the

video, Ashlyn was full of vigor, munching

illness.

shouldn’t be eating so much sweet stuff. How are you taking care of her? And those cupcakes,

for words. She only bought all that stuff to show

too, so what gives Elara, who’s hardly ever around Ashlyn, the

moment she got home, she snagged Mom’s Amethyst gem

nodded and said, “Oh, so Noella’s not into onions and ginger, huh? And she digs Amethyst gems? I’ve got