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

Chapter 436 Ten minutes later, Janice and Ben stood there, rubbing their swollen faces, glancing at each other with nothing but resentment.

Bonnie stood aside, observing the two of them-Janice and Ben-who had been slapping each other moments ago. Her gaze drifted to the silver gun on the table, and she let out a sigh. Just ten minutes ago, after the door was closed, Yvette had done nothing to physically intervene. Janice and Ben, seeing Yvette pull out the gun, were so terrified they lost all composure They had blamed each other until they finally started fighting. Throughout it all, Yvette had simply sat on the couch, not saying a word. And now, here they were, reduced to this pathetic state. Janice had it worse. After all, Ben, being a man, had the advantage in physical strength. Janice had been beaten badly, her screams piercing the air in a tragic, shrill cry. Finally, the two stopped. Ben, with a wounded face, spat on the ground and pointed at Janice, saying to Yvette, "She's the one who started all this and draggedinto this mess.

"I was just fooled by her. If you're angry, take it out on her. I'm innocent in all of this." Ben trembled as he saw the gun on the table, his fear palpable. He understood that he had crossed a line he should never have crossed.

After years of navigating through society, he knew all too well what it meant when a woman could casually pull out a gun-he had just kicked a hornet's nest.

Janice, lying on the floor, slowly raised her head. Her face was bruised and battered, every inch of her body in pain. Her eyes locked onto Yvette who was sitting calmly on the couch, resembling a demon. Janice's chest rose and fell with every labored breath, her eyes wide with seething anger, tears of hatred pooling in them. "From the moment I laid eyes on you, Yvette, I hated you.

"Why is even my only sister on your side and all I have left is this old man to helpget what I want? It's not fair! If I were you, I would be a thousand times better than you." Yvette had beauty granted by heaven and a rich boyfriend like Jeremiah, and everything was handed to her effortlessly. Unlike her, Janice had to struggle and manipulate a man as old as her father to survive. Even Bonnie, for Yvette's sake, would easily cast aside their years of sisterhood, never even allowing Janice to speak ill of Yvette.

Yvette lowered her head slightly, her gaze turning piercing as she glanced at Janice. Her eyes were as sharp as ice, chilling and emotionless. She leaned back against the couch, her profile distant and indifferent, and her expression devoid of any warmth.

It was this very indifference and unreachable aura around Yvette that stung Janice deeply, Yvette seemed so untouchable, almost divine as if everyone else were beneath her. Her presence made Janice realize just how insignificant and small she truly was. Bonnie stepped forward, observing Janice's expression, and at this very moment, she finally moved on.

With calm clarity, Bonnie said, "This is the last tI'm talking to you as your family. You always complain about why things are the way they are. The truth is, you're not Yvette, and you never will be.

"Even if you somehow beclike her, you would still be walking the spath you're on now-using your body to get everything you want through men. You've turned Yvette into simagined enemy, just to find a way to justify your 179 17:33 Wed, Dec 4 Chapter 436 feelings of inadequacy 18% Janice froze, stunned by Bonnie's words. She thought, "That's bullshit. Yvette is the one to blame. Why did someone like her have to exist, showingjust how pitiful I am in comparison? This is probably what they mean by an unexpected failure. Even if an exceptional person does nothing at all, just standing there will make others jealous.

Janice covered her ears and screamed frantically, "I don't want to hear it, Bonnie, you're such a fool. Stop talking! It's all Yvette's fault. You're my sister, not hers!" Ben, processing what Janice had just said, paused in confusion. He thought, 'She's insane. Why had I ever gotten involved with her? She deliberately cto cause trouble for her own sister, making a scene in her store. What a madwoman. Bonnie stood there, watching Janice stubbornly cling to her delusions. She said in a low and firm voice, "Maybe I've never really seen you for who you are." Janice sneered with madness in her eyes. "You're right. When you were five, I wanted to drown you. Too bad that the hunter saved you.

"Afterward, I burned down his house while he was out hunting. His pregnant wife died in the fire. He paid the price for his meddling." Janice's words cout lightly, as though she were proud of them. To her, if that hunter hadn't interfered, Bonnie would have died long ago, and she would have been her grandmother's only granddaughter. Bonnie stared in disbelief at Janice, her eyes wide with shock as she processed her words.

She had been too young to remember the fire that had ravaged their village, but now she realized that it was because of Janice that the hunter's family had suffered. The realization hit her like a slap in the face.

Bonnie's lips trembled with rage as she glared at Janice, who was still smiling with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Bonnie's voice rose in fury. "You... You're hopeless." Ben, who had never imagined that he had gotten involved with a murderer, turned pale. Fear overtook him, and he instinctively shrank away, not daring to utter a single word.

Yvette, who had been sitting on the couch, stood up slowly and walked over to Janice with an air of calm indifference. She looked down at her, her eyes cold. She thought, 'Humans are inherently good, but speople are born evil.

Yvette crouched down beside Janice. Without warning, she slammed Janice's head against the ground again and again, exuding an eerie, cold aura. Each strike was like a death sentence, and the room echoed with the sickening sound of Janice's skull hitting the tiles.

Janice didn't expect Yvette to act so quickly. Before she could react, her react, her ΟΜ mind grew increasingly fuzzy, and all that echoed through the clothing store were the repeated sounds of her head hitting the floor. It wasn't until Janice's head beca bloody mess that Yvette finally released her grip.

Bonnie looked down at Janice who was lying on the floor with weak breaths and said nothing. Instead, he pulled gloves out of her pocket, walked up to Yvette, and said, "Take this, Yve." Yvette glanced at Bonnie for a moment before taking the gloves from her. With a calm grace, she began to wipe her hands clean slowly as if nothing had happened.

Ben, terrified and trembling, had long since retreated to the corner of the room, unable to do anything but watch in horror.

His eyes were wide, fixed on the bloodied and bruised figure of Janice and then to Yvette, who stood as still and unbothered as a statue. He was so scared he couldn't even breathe normally, afraid that the slightest misstep would provoke Yvette's 17:34 Wed, Dec 4GG. Chapter 436 wrath.

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Yvette's gaze flickered toward Ben, her expression as cold as ice. Ben's knees buckled in-fear, and before she could even speak, he collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his face. "Please, Ms. Zeller, I swear I didn't see anything! "I'm not even close to Janice. She ctoat the bar yesterday, and I was just out of my mind. Please, don't hurt me. I swear, if I had known she was a murderer, I would've never gone near her!" As Ben knelt and begged for mercy, his tears flowed freely, making him more pitiful.