The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 250

"Speaking ill of others without knowing the truth, this classmate’s intellect and character leave much to be desired."

Noella's voice, sweet and melodious, echoed through the classroom.

Noella could spot a wolf in sheep's clothing from a mile away, and someone like Oriana wasn't worth a second thought to her.

Noella was only here to fulfil her grandmother's wish for her to get a proper college education, but she had her own plans too.

Oriana came from an academic family, each member more bookish than the last. Her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment when Noella's words hit their mark.

"But the person online said she was your sister. It can't all be made up, can it?"

Noella glanced at Oriana with a look of sheer disdain.

Did they really believe whatever the internet spewed? Yvonne or Briony, both slightly older than Noella, referred to her as their “older sister” merely to appear delicate and in need of care. In reality, she had no sisters at all.

"I could claim to be your long-lost father- would you buy that?"

Oriana was speechless.

Laughter broke out among the students, and Oriana's cheeks stung with embarrassment.

"Why don't you clarify things? If it's a misunderstanding, you should set the record straight!"

"Oriana, the stuff you've got in your head and guts, how exactly would you clarify that? In other words, if I say I'm your real dad, how would you clear that up?"

Oriana was stunned!

How could you clarify such nonsense? It didn’t need clarification! Everyone knew what the head and guts were full of, and who would seriously think Noella could be Oriana's father?

To clarify such a thing would be an exercise in futility.

The room erupted in laughter again.

"Noella should join the debate team. With her, our college would take home the gold this year!"

Oriana's face turned a spectrum of reds and purples, and with the teacher's entrance, she had no choice but to simmer down and take her seat.

The first class was Intro to Jewelry Design, taught by a lady dressed in a tailored dress and a crisp white blazer, who brought a treasure trove of jewelry for the students to examine.

"I’m Darcy, and I'll be your instructor and advisor for this course," Darcy began, her gaze sweeping over the amphitheater.

Noella couldn't shake the feeling that Darcy lingered a little longer on her.

Was it because of the online rumors, or was it because of the zither performance from yesterday?

After class, Darcy announced the homework.

"Please submit your design drafts to my email after class," she said.

Jewelry design demanded an assessment of the students' artistic skills and understanding of the craft, and many students were prepared in advance.

Darcy's eyes fell on the girl at the back of the room. "Noella, could you come to my office, please?"

"Of course."

Noella's summons to Darcy's office sparked giggles from Oriana and a few other girls.

They were sure the teacher was going to give Noella a hard time!

Oriana, accompanied by a few cohorts, followed stealthily, eager to eavesdrop.

After all, the rumors online had tarnished the college's reputation, and a public scolding would surely embarrass Noella.