The True Heiress Slays (Quiana) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The Seraphic showed up five years back, stopping a massive biochemical virus in its tracks. Folks saved by The Seraphic swore their silver necilles were like magic, reviving the dead.

Though it could be considered an overstatement, The Seraphic’s medical skills were unquestionable. Yet, The Seraphic’s age, appearance, and gender–every detail about them–was cloaked in secrecy.

Just a few days ago, The Seraphic was spotted in the west side slums of Janivielle. But they vanished in a flash, before anyone could get close.

Shane straightened his gold–rimmed glasses, looking all classy, “I bet The Seraphic’s still hanging around the capital.”

Julius cast his fishing line, making the fish scatter. “Search the slums again. Thoroughly

Shane nodded. “Heard your real fiancee used to live in the slums.”

Julius was stone–faced. “What’s your point?”

The stories about Julius were often over the top, but they mostly hit the mark. His mood swings, ruthlessness, and cold heart were all too real.

Even though they grew up together and Shane’s the older one by three years, he knew better than to mess with Julius. He just grinned and said, “Nothing”

Quiana slept late last night and woke up when the sun was already high. After getting ready and heading downstairs, she didn’t see any of the Larsons.

Feeling a bit peckish, Quiana asked the housekeeper, Heather, in a lazy tone, “Got anything to eat?”

Heather seized Quiana up and judged in her heart, ‘She looks cool but with an attitude. She thought moving into the Larson residence would make her one of them–she should really check herself

Heather looked at Quiana with clear disgust and fake surprise, saying, “Oh, forgot we had an extra today. Didn’t make your

breakfast.”

Quiana’s eyes narrowed, spotting the tray in Heather’s hand. It had a bowl of ginseng porridge and some minced meat.

Heather noticed and smirked, “Ms. Larson’s dog’s been picky lately, so we made this for it. She paused, then added, “But I guess it’s human–grade too. If you’re really hungry, Ms. Levine, it’s all yours”

The message was clear–Quiana ranked as high as a pet at the Larson residence. This was outright defiance.

Quiana clicked her tongue, hands in her pockets, as she strolled by, casually tripping Heather.

“Ah!” Heather lost her balance and face–planted, dishes shattering. Her chin hit the stairs, a tooth flying out with a splash of blood.

A scream echoed, and the servants rushed over, startled. Heather was writhing, eyes wide with disbelief as she accused, “You… you did this on purpose!”

Quiana raised an eyebrow. “So what if I did?”

Heather’s eyes blazed. “How dare you treat me like this, I… ah!”

Before Heather could finish, Quiana had her pinned, foot on her back. Quiana leaned in, her gaze icy, her smile sinister.

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Chapter 6