CHapter 10


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


    Noe 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 minutester, thanks to the intelwork Noe had set up herself, there was fresh news.


    The mix–up with Noe, Briony, and ra happened because the hospital where their moms. gave


    birth had a major medical mishap that year.


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    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.


    Noe: [Give me the location of that orphanage; I’ll check it out personallyter.]


    [Boss, the orphanage and the hospital are at the same ce, 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.]


    Noe 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,e down for dinner. Not sure what your taste is,


    so see if it suits your pte.”


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


    Walking beside him, Noe 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 ra 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.”


    Noe 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 disy of light forming the words “Wee 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 Noe with eager and cautious eyes.


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


    purple dress with a luminous Amethyst bracelet on her wrist.


    Her demeanor was elegant and otherworldly, calm and poised, as if she stepped out of a painting


    with a touch of ice lotus–like pride and purity.


    This was their sister!


    Tristan introduced. “Noe. these are your brothers. Come on, Beckett, say hello.”


    The man at the front had a refined and easy–going appearance, a true gentleman, dressed in a


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


    last year’s auction.


    Noe remembered Beckett Schnabel the boss of Rising Glory Industry, bought those cufflinks. Not


    only was Beckett the youngest at the top of the new rich list, but he was also a well–known oil


    tycoon on the deep web!


    Beckett handed Noe a ck card.


    His gentleness was unbelievable; the smile was a product of careful practice on the way home.


    perfectly elegant.


    “Noe, I’m your big bro, Beckett. This is a wee gift from me. Buy whatever you like, there’s no


    limit.”


    Noe took it and nodded politely. “Thank you, Beckett.”


    The smile on Beckett’s face was more touching than striking gold ten times over.


    The second man to step forward was fair, with impable features and hands that looked like fine


    jade, tempting to be cherished as works of art.


    “Little sister, I’m your second eldest brother, Ulrich. Here’s my wee gift for you.”


    He handed Noe a box made of pearwood, pleasing to the touch and polished to perfection at


    every corner.


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


    Inside the box was a hairpin and a card.


    Ulrich smiled. “The card lets you ess any medical facility worldwide freely. Whatever the


    situation, if you need it, you’ll get the best care possible. Of course, I hope you’ll never need it. I’m


    not as wealthy as our oldest brother, but I made this hairpin myself, and I hope you like it.”


    Ulrich Schnabel was a name Noe had seen in medical journals. The youngest medical genius in


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


    international sensation who many organizations tried to poach with high bids, all in vain.


    Noe picked up the hairpin, finely carved with orchids, made from top–grade wood that cost a


    hundred grand a piece.


    “Thank you, Ulrich, I like it.”


    Seeing Noe actually wearing the hairpin he made, Ulrich’s smile bloomed like spring flowers,


    more satisfying than snatching a hundred lives from the jaws of death.


    “Noe, I’m your third brother, Stirling. You’ve probably seen me before, right? This is the wee


    gift from me!”


    Stirling Schnabel was the most handsome of the brothers, with piercing eyes and a sculpted nose;


    even his hair spelled elegance. The youngest grand m actor in Harmonia Country, he swept all


    the acting awards since his debut, and his songs were known in every nook and cranny of


    Harmonia Country, a superstar red–hot on the charts.


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


    Stirling, I like it.”


    Stirling’s eyes sparkled! He had been worried all the way that his sister wouldn’t like his gift, but her


    saying she liked it was just perfect!


    Thest man couldn’t wait and strode forward, scooping Noe up in a whirl.


    Tristan eximed in rm, “Jasper, put your sister down! If you drop her, I’ll kill you!”


    Sienna screamed and rushed forward, wishing she could kick Jasper a few times for fear he would


    be too rough and hurt their precious gem.


    Jasper Schnabel was dressed in a floral shirt, the top button undone, revealing a sexy Adam’s


    apple.


    The Schnabel family folks were all pretty much the cream of the crop when it came to looks. and


    Jasper, with his slightly roguish charm, was no exception. Thanks to his handsome mug. you just


    can’t find it in you to dislike the guy.


    Jasper, the world–renowned hotshotwyer, 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.


    “Noe, this is a little wee gift from me – what’s a youngdy like you doing with a yacht?”


    He ps his hands, and a parade of servants stream in, wheeling in a massive clothes rack.


    It was organized by color and type into six sections, decked out with this season’s haute couture


    from top–tier designers. Matching shoes, bags, and nes were all there, too, saving Noe the


    hassle of mixing and matching.


    Next to the rack, six professionally dressed individuals bowed to Noe. “Miss, we’re here to tailor


    these to your taste. We’ll tweak the sizes right away to suit your style.”


    Noe was pretty blown away by the spread. She was starting to think she might have


    underestimated just how loaded the Schnabel family was.


    Jasper waved. “Take it to her room. Let her try them on after she’s had some rest.”


    “Yes.”


    Noe looked at Jasper with genuine gratitude. “Thanks, Jasper. This is the first time I’ve ever


    gotten so many clothes. I really love them.”


    If Jasper had a tail it would be wagging through the rool.


    Sienna was wiping away tears.


    That bit of shopping from earlier was just a chump change to her, and she was feeling pretty


    second–rate about Jasper’s gift. But here was her daughter, saying she had never even had that


    much before!


    Just how dirt–poor were the Lamberts to let their precious girl live like a beggar? It broke her heart!


    A cutesy voice floats in from the doorway.


    “Dad, Mom, brothers, I’m home.”


    The mood flips from cloud nine to lukewarm in an instant.


    Jasper pulled Noe to her seat, and Tristan responded with a nonchnt “Oh, when are your


    leaving?”


    Noe was speechless.


    At the door stood a girl in a fluffy pink dress, her hair in elegant curls, topped with a dainty little


    crown. She had the looks down pat, but those thin lips and petite nose gave her a bit of a Sourpuss


    vibe.


    Yvonne was feeling super wronged but didn’t dare make a peep. “I heard big sis wasing home


    today, so I wanted to pop by and see her. After all, she’s from the country and might not get our


    family’s ways.”


    Her eyes locked onto Noe, putting extra emphasis on “our family.”


    Jasper snorted dismissively, speaking faster than he could think. “She’s my real sister, our parents‘


    real daughter, the one and only princess of the Schnabel family. Whatever che says goes for the


    Schnabel family rules, and even if it didn’t, we’d change them on the spot. She might not get it, but


    do you?”