The Killer Queen (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!”

Wren spoke with sincere earnestness, his face sporting the honest grin typical of the trustworthy type.

Anxious not to upset Noella, he explained everything in detail.

Noella frowned slightly, this family seemed different from Vincent’s description.

Wren opened the car door, respectfully saying. “I’ll go grab your luggage. If there’s too much, I’ll get more people to help. Don’t worry, we’ll get it all moved today.”

Wren didn’t know how much luggage Noella had, but figured a young lady would have plenty.

Last time he helped a lady from the family move, even her stuffed animals had to come along – took a whole ten trucks.

Noella got in the car, simply stating. “No need. Let’s go.”

Wren was a bit stunned, then somewhat dazed.

It was the first time he met the miss, and she spoke just like the young masters at home!

Wren quickly nodded. “Alright, do you have any other orders? Your folks told me to thank your foster parents, If you got anything to say, I’ll pass it along.”

Noella was about to decline when Wren suddenly got drenched head to toe with a bucket of water, chilling him to the bone.

Speechless, Wren’s glasses were speckled with droplets, and the water had a weird smell to it.

“Is this how they welcome guests in Tranquility City?”

Behind Wren, the Lambert family’s nanny clapped her hands, setting down her bucket.

“Oops, just dumping some veggie water, didn’t see you there. Thought I’d give your car a quick rinse, no biggie, right?”

Wren was gobsmacked!

Not only had she dirtied his clothes, but he also still had the Schnabel family’s thank–you gift for the Lambert family on him!

A contract worth billions, along with a hefty network, all down the drain.

The Schnabel family 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 for him to deliver personally.

Now it was all ruined!

The nanny Alena, after dumping the water and seeing he wasn’t mad, gave him a defiant glance and waddled back inside.

Vincent hurried out to smooth things over.

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“Sorry about that, our nanny’s just obsessed with cleanliness. Can’t have such a dirty car rolling up to our place…”

Reading between the lines, Wren’s ride was too filthy for their taste.

Wren quickly pulled out the still–dripping documents, trying to hand them to Vincent.

“Mr. Lambert, this is our family’s gift to you, for taking good care of the miss all these years…

Belinda snickered.

The guy in front of her must be Noella’s real dad.

Wearing dusty, no–name clothes, probably just came from working the fields.

A hick farmer, his face flushed from the highland air, calling Noella ‘miss‘ – pure Mary Sue stuff. Belinda searched but found zilch on the car – it had to be some junker the bumpkin borrowed

for show.

She scoffed, “Alright, take her and scram. We’ve got to take Briony to get her custom fall fashion. We’ll be late!”

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

Wren, looking at the soggy papers in his hand, thought, the gift never made it. Guess he’d ask what to do once back.

These people…

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

Shaking his head, Wren hurried back to the car and drove Noella away from the Lambert

Mansion.

“Miss, please buckle up. We’re tight on time, so we gotta hustle.”

Noella nodded.

The Schnabel family wasn’t quite what she expected. Take this car, for instance, the interior was all high–end stuff. The seats were made of some fancy fabric that feels super soft and cool to the touch, yet it’s tough as nails. You could barely make a dent with a knife: this kind of material was definitely not something you’d find in a farmer’s house.

In the next second, Wren hits a button in the car.

The ordinary black sedan that was just parked there started to transform. Helicopter blades. popped out of the sunroof, and the whole car turned into a chopper!

“Vroom–vroom!”

Suddenly, Noella was hit with that feeling of weightlessness, and Wren, like a pro, steered the helicopter up into the skies until it’s just a speck!

Noella’s was left dumbfounded.

Wren chuckled and said. “Scared ya, didn’t I? The lord gets carsick, so they rigged up this little plane for him. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, so don’t hold it against us!”

Carsick, so they got a plane?

“If I remember correctly, the amphibious tech for helicopters and cars was successfully tested just last month.”

Wren got all pumped up and said, “Yep, yep, it was just sorted out last month! I was in the air force before I hung up my boots, so now I’m the lord’s chauffeur.”

Noella gazed out at the clouds, the sky’s a pristine shade of blue, and the Lambert Mansion quickly vanished from her view.

She was familiar with the tech, after all; just last month, her research data had been sent off, and they quickly got back with the correct experimental results based on it.

She hadn’t expected to see a finished product so fast. And she sure as heck hadn’t expected to see it with her own family, of all people.

Noella didn’t say much the whole trip; she just fiddled with her phone for a bit and then Scribbled on a piece of paper.

Wren sneaked a peek and realized she was just shuffling around blank sheets, and that pen she was holding seemed to have run out of ink. It didn’t leave a single mark on the paper.

Wren frowned up a storm.

The Lambert family couldn’t even provide their daughter with a working pen – that’s just sad! It looked like when he got back, he needed to have a serious chat with the old lady and the lord about how the Lambert family was treating Miss Noella!