Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Bonnie’s eyes were red and teary, and she looked as deflated as a wilted eggplant.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Yvette was busy returning a call from Flying Fish while washing his hands in the bathroom. Two heavily made-up women walked in from outside.

They caught sight of Yvette, who was wearing a duck-billed hat, and didn’t bother to hide their disdain as they started chatting about what they had just witnessed. “Do you think that girl would ever light back if she got hit? Winona really knows how to throw her weight around. Without the Chambers family and the Smith family backing her, she’s now clinging to the Carter family. I heard she’s pregnant with Victor’s kid. After she gives birth, she’ll be sitting pretty as the lady of the Carter family. I really envy her,” one of them said.

The shorter girl pulled out a red lipstick and nodded in agreement. “That girl looks like she has no connections at all. I took a closer look, and all her clothes were cheap, Winona is just picking on an easy target, isn’t she? She’s only bold because she’s got her family to back her up. Victor is notorious for his playboy ways. My little sister was just at each other’s throats with him a while back.”

“True, your girl seems to have some skills. I can introduce you two if you want,” the woman said, putting her lipstick away and eyeing Yvette, who was focused on washing her hands. Yvene’s presence was hard to ignore; her aura was just too strong. even if the women couldn’t see her face.

One of them nodded generously and replied, “Sure, I’ll introduce you when I get the chance. But we should harry; Mr. Lester is still waiting for us, and we don’t want to keep him waiting too long

After they left, Yvette’s expression turned colder, She lowered her head and dried her hands.

In the women’s clothing store, Winona sat on the sofa, rubbing her stomach nervously, while Yulia asked her if she was feeling okay. A pointy-faced salesgirl hovered nearby, offering tea and water.

Meanwhile, Bonnie stood alone in the distance, stubbornly wiping away her tears. She told herself she had to be stronger and never let anyone insult her like this again. Just as Bonnie decided to leave, Winona wasn’t about to let her get away that easily.

She called out, “Mom, don’t let Bonnie walk out like this! If anything happens to my baby, I’ll make her pay!” Even Yulia thought Winona was going too far. She tensed up but tried to be diplomatic. “Winona, let’s cool it for a second.”

The pointy-faced salesgirl, eager to please, jumped in. “Mrs. Carter is right! If anything happens to your baby, she’ll be responsible. The baby in Mrs. Carter’s belly can’t be at risk!”

Winona nodded in satisfaction, while the other two saleswomen exchanged glances, signaling the pointy-faced girl to stay out of it. But she didn’t care; she thought she had found a way to secure her own future by sticking with Winona

People around were whispering and pointing fingers. Some thought Winona was just being a bully, while others felt Bonnie had no right to try on clothes without money and deserved what she Bonnie watched Winona’s hands shake. How could she be so shameless, twisting the truth like this?

The pointy-faced salesgirl approached Bonnie with an arrogant attitude. “Miss, look at the clothes you tried on. They’re dirty. You need to pay for them, or else this won’t end well. Or you can just kneel and apologize to Mrs. Carter, and you won’t have to pay for the dress.”

Winona sat on the sofa, eagerly waiting for the show to unfold. The pointy-faced salesgirl was clearly following her lead.

Bonnie looked up, ready to argue “I was careful with your clothes from start to finish! They didn’t get dirty because of me!”

Bonnie still underestimated how malicious people could be. The pointy-faced salesgirl sn***d the dress from another salesgirl’s hand and brushed her own light-colored nail polish against it. The color was so faint you wouldn’t notice unless you looked closely. “See Who else could have dirtied it if not you? Don’t think just because it’s light we can’t see it,” she sneered.

Winona stroked her stomach, clearly enjoying the drama. “Oh, look at you. Bonnie. Still in denial. I offered to buy you that dress, but now you’ll have to pay for it yourself. How much does it cost anyway?” The pointy-faced salesgirl smiled and replied. “It’s not expensive for Mrs. Carter-only 150 thousand dollars. But for you? It might be a stretch.”

Winona pretended to be kind. “Listen, Bonnie, I’m not trying to be a villain here. If you kneel down and apologize, saying what you said was cheap, I’ll cover the cost of the dress for you. Otherwise, you might find yourself in a bit of trouble over this.

Bonnie’s face turned red. Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. “Who do you want to kneel to?” Winona, caught off guard, responded without thinking. “Of course, it’s Bonnie.”

Then she realized who had spoken and turned stillly to the door Yulia recognized the voice too, and they both looked toward the entrance.

The lively crowd in the shop turned to see what was happening is Yvette, dressed in black pants and a duck-billed cap, stepped inside.

As she lifted the cap, her face was revealed, drawing gasps from the onlookers.

Yvette casually strolled in, hands in her pockets, exuding confidence.

Bonnie stood frozen, her eyes wide with excitement as she took in Yvette’s presence, feeling a sense of security washed over _her.

Yvette walked right up to Bonnie, and the crowd held its breath, curious and amazed by what would happen next. “Alright, dry those tears. Have I ever taught you to back down? People respect you when you stand your ground, and if they cross you. you don’t just let it slide,” Yvette said firmly.

Bonnie wiped her tears with her sleeve and looked up, like a child who had been wronged but finally found support. “Winona’s pregnant; otherwise, I’d definitely go over and scratch her face.”

Yvette noticed the palm print on Bonnie’s cheek, and her expression turned serious.

She turned around, casually sitting back on the sofa with her legs crossed. She glanced at Winona, who looked nervous, Yulia, whose expression was a mix of emotions, and the pointy-faced salesgirl standing next to Winona.

Yvette’s eyes were like a cold pond, making Winona and the others stiffen up in fear. With a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth, she asked in a voice that sent chills down their spines, “Who gave you the nerve to lay a hand on me?” Winona’s heart raced as she recalled Yvette’s past actions. She remembered when Yvette first joined the Chambers family and had the guts to stab her mother. That moment was etched in her mind, a reminder of her deepest fears. Yvette was a force to be reckoned with, and that banquet had become a nightmare for Winona, one that made her lose everything. She felt empowered to bully Bonnie only because she thought Yvette wasn’t around. Little did she know that Yvette would show-up to shop with her.

Yulia opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it. This was Winona’s mess to deal with, and she couldn’t just pretend it wasn’t happening with so many eyes on them. The pointy-faced salesgirl, noticing the tense silence between Winona and Yulia, realized Yvette was not someone to mess with. She felt even smaller in comparison and didn’t dare to be c*** as before.