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

Chapter 446 On the ground floor, the sudden bloodbath at the hotel by the Crimson Blades was due to a reliable tip that a Southtoria tycoon, carrying pink diamonds worth 100 million dollars, would be staying at the hotel today.

A man in camouflage clothing stood there, with three scars on his left cheek, looking menacing. There were roughly fifty people on the first floor, and apart from those who went upstairs to clear the building, the rest of the Crimson Blades were gathered downstairs. The burly men surrounded the hostages, while on the other side were several large black bags, filled with valuables and stacks of cash looted from the hostages.

The scar-faced man, Charlie Deja, held a machine gun and sprayed bullets at the captives kneeling on the hotel floor. He watched as one by one; the defenseless people fell to the ground. His laughter echoed through the room, spittle flying everywhere. Just then, Bob Jefferson, another man in camouflage ran over and whispered something in Charlie's ear. Charlie's face turned dark and menacing, and he casually shot a man who tried to escape.

The other hostages were terrified, huddled together with their heads in their hands. Men and women alike were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, helpless and pitiful.

Charlie growled. "Why the hell aren't the people from the fifth floor down yet? Get up there and check it out, don't waste any time." Bob nodded immediately. "I'll go up right away, Mr. Deja." Bob yelled to the people behind him, "Con, let's go up and see if these bastards are slacking off." He led a dozen men and just pressed the elevator button when a voice, cold and chilling, echoed in their ears. It sent shivers down their spines. "What a lively scene." Tseemed to freeze as everyone stood still, searching for the source of the voice. They could hear it but couldn't see anyone. Charlie tensed up and immediately raised his gun. "Who's there? Who's messing with us? Show yourself!" Bob quickly returned to Charlie's side from the stairwell. "Mr. Deja, what's going on?" Charlie spat and slapped Bob. "You ask me? How the hell should I know? Go find whoever it is!" As soon as he finished speaking, the voice cagain, much clearer this time. "Are you looking for me?" Charlie immédiately looked up. When he saw a woman sitting on the railing of the second floor, he was taken aback. The swent for everyone else; they all stared dumbfounded at the second floor.

Yvette sat on the railing, her long legs dangling and swinging back and forth. Her hands were propped up, and she wore a carefree smile, her eyes exuding a hint of mischief. Her brown, deep eyes were cold and serious, giving off a chilly vibe. Her stunningly beautiful face, though seemingly relaxed and casual, carried an air of suprconfidence.

The starlight from the window behind Yvette's illuminated her face, making her look distant and mysterious, like a divine being descended from heaven, impossible to look at directly or disrespect, inspiring awe and fear.

The scarred man stared at Yvette; his eyes wide with disbelief. "A fairy? Are you really a fairy?" He quickly snapped back to reality, fixing his gaze on her with a lewd grin..

Charlie asked, "Who are you? Another guest at this hotel? Since you're a beauty, how about you cwith me? I promise you'll eat and drink like a queen.

1/3 111 Sat, Chapter 446 "Trust me, I'm pretty good in bed too. You'll feel like you've reached heaven if you're with me." His buddies from the Crimson Blades burst into laughter around him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Deja! You've snagged a real stunner! You're one lucky guy!" "Mr. Deja is so impressive! This woman is a real gem! She looks like she's from Clusia." 60% 0 Yvette lowered her gaze, her long lashes casting shadows over her eyes. When she finally looked up, her eyes glinted like icy blades, and a smirk curled at the corner of her lips, cold enough to chill the air around them. With a frosty demeanor, Yvette replied, "Go with you? I don't think so." Charlie blinked, momentarily taken aback. "What do you mean, no? Babe, you don't look like you're from around Golden Triangle. Go ask anyone who I am-I'm Mr. Deja of the Crimson Blades.

"Follow me, and I guarantee you won't regret it. If you have a boyfriend, I'll take care of him, no problem." Yvette tilted her head slightly, her gaze drifting to the man emerging from the shadows. A playful smile danced on her lips as she asked, "He's going to take care of you." Just then, Jeremiah stepped out, having just dealt with stroublemakers hiding in the stairwell. He spotted Yvette perched on the railing, overhearing Charlie's crude remarks.

His eyes darkened, brows furrowing as he assessed the situation. His gaze was deep and unreadable, yet it shimmered with a soft light as he looked at her. "You'd let him take care of me?" Yvette stayed silent. Charlie stared at the sudden appearance of Jeremiah. Alarm bells rang in his head. He could handle ten women without breaking a sweat, but a man like Jeremiah, who looked like he had depths that were hard to fathom, made him uneasy. Charlie aimed his gun at Jeremiah, but Jeremiah didn't even glance his way. His eyes were locked on Yvette, filled with a warmth he rarely showed.

Yvette and Jeremiah's intense gaze at each other infuriated Charlie. Just as he was about to say something, Yvette turned her head. Her beautiful eyes were cold as they fell on the gun in Charlie's hand.

With a hint of crimson at the corners of her eyes, she said softly "You think you can point a gun at my man?" Jeremiah, who was closest to her, felt a smile tug at his lips at her words. In the next moment, before anyone could react, Yvette pulled out a sleek silver gun from her bag and fired with precision.

Cold sweat instantly dripped down Charlie's face. He never expected this woman to be armed. By the the tried to turn his gun around, Yvette's bullet had already pierced through his chest.

The bullet went straight through, hitting a vital spot. Blood gushed out, splattering everywhere, even hitting one of the hostages in the face. The hostage fainted from shock.

Bob couldn't believe his eyes. He rushed to help Charlie, shouting, "Mr. Deja! Mr. Deja, you-" With his last ounce of strength, Charlie pointed a trembling finger at Yvette, blood spilling from his mouth as he gasped. "She... revenge..."

Before Charlie could finish, he took his last breath, collapsing in Bob's om arms. Panic set in for Bab. He thought, If Charlie died here, how would he explain it to Norbert Granger? He would definitely kill me.

He dropped Charlie's lifeless body and glared up at Yvette on the m second floor. He shouted to the Crimson Blades members, "Go! Shoot them! Kill that couple!" Seeing Charlie down, the hostages began to scatter, turning the first floor into chaos. Bob didn't have tto worry about 2/3 19:09 Sat, Dec 7 Chapter 446 ti 60% them. He thought, 'If I didn't bring back the woman who shot Charlie, I wouldn't survive either.

As he turned, he suddenly clutched his chest, eyes wide with shock. Blood poured from a small hole in his chest, and he collapsed to the ground.

Bob looked up at the tall, imposing figure standing by the elevator, m dressed oddly yet exuding an aura of power: He fell to the ground, lifeless. The once-boisterous crowd fell silent on