Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 463 The next second, Yvette pulled out a silver gun. Rory panicked, dying to dodge, but the bullet was faster. It grazed her right arm and embedded itself into the wall.

Rory clutched her wounded arm, staring in disbelief at the gun Yvette's hand. When her eyes met Yvette's cold gaze, she trembled. "You... How could you have a gun? How dare you shoot me?" Yvette walked over to the bed, calmly putting on her jacket. Her iw was clenched, and her expression was icy. Then she said in a threatening voice. "Remember to knock next time, or you'll die." Rory gritted her teeth, glaring at Yvette with a vicious look. Her eyes were filled with malice like a snake preparing to strike.

After a long pause, Rory suddenly burst into laughter. "Very well I never thought the useless Holden could have a niece like you. I won't forget this, Yvette." After delivering her threat, Rory turned and walked toward the door. She glanced at the wall where the bullet had lodged, pausing for a moment. The bullet was embedded deep in the wall, which suggested that Yvette was good at it. After Rory left, Yvette finished changing her clothes and picked up her phone, which had several messages. She glanced at it an unfamiliar number, but the tone was familiar, and she knew exactly who it was. itfan [Why didn't you contactwhen you cto Voraxia?] [Did you forget about me, Yvette?] [I want to see you.] [Can you textback? I've been managing things down here just the way you toldto.] [I miss you so much, Yvette.] Yvette squinted slightly, staring at her phone. Her expression was nonchalant as she pinched the corner of her eye. After a moment, she put the phone down, clearly with no intention of responding.

Rory immediately summoned a doctor when she chome. Her trusted aide watched as the doctor carefully bandaged her wound, holding his breath.

He thought, 'Who did this to Boss?' Once the doctor finished, he hesitated and said, "The wound shouldn't get wet for now. Luckily, it's just a graze, no damage to your bones, but it was close. The person who shot you has extraordinary skill." Bank tese Trepare for the event the day after tomorrow. By then, I want Yvetteer Rory stared at her bandaged arm in silence, exuding a suffocating aura of resentment. After a long pause, she said coldly, For the past few days, Rory didn't show up, while Yvette continued her routine of going early in the morning and returning late at night.

The people Rory sent to follow Yvette had lost track halfway through and gave up. It wasn't until the agreed- upon day that Yvette walked in, and Rory, still feeling the sharp pain from hér wound, glared at her with eyes filled with hatred. Yvette, dressed in black from head to toe, strolled leisurely to the couch with her hands in her pockets. With a calm expression, she poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

Her calm demeanor only served to enrage Rory's subordinates, who glared at her with reddened eyes.

One man, unable to hold back any longer, stepped forward, pointing at Yvette and scolding, "How dare you act so arrogantly you are?" in front of our boss? Do you even know where Chapter 488 Rory didn't speak because she wanted to put Yvette in her place vette was the most arrogant woman the hard ever seen. Sadly, the truth was, there was no one who could truly control Vrene in this world. Wette glanced at the sinister than with a raised eyebrow, camally crossing her legs. A half-smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she toyed with the teacup.

The man, thinking he had intimidated Yvette, was abour to say something smug when she didn't even spare him a glance. She casually tossed the teacup, and with an uncanny precision, hit the man square on the head.

He yelled in pain, and the others, seeing this, quickly drew their guns, aiming them at Yvette. She surveyed them coolly, not a hint of panic in her demeanor. Calmly, she leaned back and raised her eyebrows.

Rory continued to stare at Yvette, but in her eyes, there was no sign of fear or distress.

The standoff lasted for a few moments until Yvette spoke. "Put down your guns." Suppressing her anger, Rory said, "There are ninety-nine people this time-forty men and fifty-nine women. I'm taking you to them, and then I'll send you to the dock.

"Tell your uncle that if the quality of this batch doesn't meet our standards, we won't be working together anymore." The "batch Rory referred to was the poisonous insects. She needed a more advanced breed to control her people. That was why the people they had abducted had all been subjected to thorough medical examinations. Yvette gave a slight nod, her tone tinged with casual indifference "Okay." Rory waved her hand, and a group of people quickly piled into the cars, with Yvette taking a seat in another car. There were five Jeeps and three large trucks heading toward a secluded village.

After a two-hour drive, the roads began to narrow, the trees grew denser, and signs of civilization disappeared. Finally, they stopped at the entrance of a desolate village. A group of men in camouflage uniforms were patrolling the area, walking back and forth. Yvette casually sent a text message to Jeremiah, propping her chin on her hand as she watched Rory step out of the car and begin speaking with the men in camouflage. From their lip movements, Yvette could tell that Rory was asking about the status of the people, and the man responded that one person had died, leaving ninety-eight others.

Hearing about the death, Rory slapped the man across the face. The man, flustered, kept apologizing and begging for mercy.

Rory glanced back at Yvette's car, then winked at the driver. Without hesitation, the driver got out of the car and opened the door, signaling for Yvette to get out.

With a nonchalant flick of her hand, Yvette brushed off the dust from her ed out of clothes and leisurely stepped out of Rory said, "Stay close. There the car.

are wild de beasts in this area. If anything happens, don't expect anyone to cto your rescue." The man who had been struck by Yvette's cup earlier stared at her, a dark thought brewing in his mind. Rory led Yvette toward a dilapidated house. Before they even got close, the air was filled with harsh, agonized screams of pain.

Yvette's eyes remained fixed on the house ahead, her expression cold and unreadable. There was an air of detachment around her.

Rory commanded her men to open the door. As the door creaked open, what greeted them was a grim sight-men and women locked in cramped cages, their bodies covered in crisscrossing lash marks and bite wounds. 17.32 PTL, Dec Chapter 463

Sunlight poured in, casting an eerie glow over the faces of the prisoners. Their faces were pale, and there was no hint of energy left in them only a deep, suffocating despair. Swere so badly beaten that their flesh had rotted. Rory stared at the scene, her fury rising as she realized how badly these people had been mistreated before even reaching Dungo Village. In a fit of rage, she roared, "What happened to these people?"