Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Yvette was now the esteemed eldest daughter of the Chambers family, the one everyone wanted to be around. Winona was just leaning on the Carter family’s support, but that didn’t mean she felt any sense of security. Winona wasn’t foolish either: she knew this was not the time to pick a fight with Yvette.

After a brief pause, she shifted her tone, trying to sound friendly again. What could she possibly say to Yvette? All she could do was swallow her pride and turn to Yulia, saying, “Mom, let’s get out of here.”

Yulia was just as eager to leave and quickly agreed, “Alright, let’s go!”

They wanted to downplay the situation and escape the clothing store without Yvette noticing. Their attempt to leave in such a hurry left everyone watching feeling completely embarrassed. Who could have imagined that Winona, who just moments ago was demanding others kneel to apologize, would now be boling for the door? Talk about a dramatic turnaround!

The onlookers quickly realized that the beautiful girls who had just walked in were no ordinary folks.

Yulia and Winona exchanged glances, wordlessly agreeing to leave together.

Winona, who had just claimed her stomach hurt, was now sprinting for the exit. Yulia struggled to keep up with her.

Just as they were about to push the door open, a soft but unsettling laugh echoed behind them. It sent chills down their spines, and they instinctively pushed the door harder. Suddenly-bang! A bullet whizzed past Winona’s ear and lodged itself in the wall, grazing a strand of her hair.

Winona stood frozen, horrified, and unable to move. Her face turned pale, her fingers clenched tightly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Yulia was just as shocked. She turned around in disbelief, staring at Yvette, who was casually holding a sleek black pistol

Why on earth does Yvette have a gun? Who is she, really?

In the next instant, the entire clothing store erupted into screams, but no one dared to move.

These were all wealthy ladies-none of them had ever witnessed something like this before

The pointy-faced salesgirl, standing closest to Yvette, watched in shock as Yvette pulled the gun from her pocket and fired it without hesitation.

Witnessing the whole thing, the salesgirl collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly breathless.

If she had known that the girl trying on clothes just moments ago had such powerful backing, she would never have helped Winona humiliate her.

“Just shut the hell up,” Yvette said, her voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced the chaos around her. The stare fell eerily quiet, and everyone held their breath in fear. Bonnie, however, was unfazed by it all. She stared wide-eyed, enveloped

her? in Yvette’s cool, confident aura. She thought, ‘Oh my God, Yvette looks so bada***! What do I need to do to marry

Yvette lounged back, propping her chin on her hand, her cold white fingers idly spinning the pistol. “Everyone else, get out,” she ordered.

The shoppers froze for a moment, processing her command before scrambling to flee the store. The pointy-faced salesgirl braced herself, wanting to slip away. But when Yvette shot her an indifferent glance, her heart sank. There was no warmth in Yvette’s eyes, making the salesgirl freeze and slump back down, too scared to move.

Three minutes later, the clothing store was cleared out. Besides Winona and Yulia, who stood at the door watching everyone else flee, the only other person left was the pointy-faced salesgirl, who was now sitting on the ground, fooking defeated. Bonnie stood tall, while Yvette lounged casually on the sofa, gun still in hand.

Winona’s heart raced as she stared at the weapon. Yvette actually had a gun? Winona couldn’t believe it-she never thought Yvette would be bold enough to pull one out in public. Was she crazy? Yvette began to play with the gun, her dark eyebrows slightly furrowing as an air of lension filled the room. Her deep, intense gaze sent waves of panic through everyone present. “Who called for this?” she asked, her voice low, Bonnie hesitated for a moment, then pointed at Winona, who was clutching her stomach. “Yvette, she did it,” she said, glancing over at the pointy-faced girl, who looked completely out of it.

“And her too. She said 1 stained the clothes in their store, but I was super careful when I tried them on. The pointy-faced girl, finally snapping back to reality, started to panic. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was all Winona’s idea. She made me set you up! Please don’t blame me! Just let me go!” Crying and pleading, she seemed desperate to escape the situation.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Winona, however, shot her a cold look and snapped. “You’re the one who tried to impress me. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” It was like watching a dog fight-complete chaos.

Yvette slowly turned her head, a small smirk playing at her lips as her voice turned soft but heavy. “So, Winona hit you. What are you going to do about it?”

hie lowered her head and asked earnestly, “If I call her back, will it hurt her baby?” Yvette paused for a couple of seconds, a faint smile crossing her delicate features. “No, it won’t change anything

Hearing that eased Bonnie’s mind. Bonnie was innocent; she couldn’t let anything happen to it. Bonnie cracked her knuckles as she walked toward Winona. Under Winona’s furious gaze, she raised her right hand and slapped her hard, saying, “This slap is for you. Winona’s face instantly turned red, with five clear handprints visible.

Covering her face. Winona shot Bonnie a nasty look, cursing herunder her breath. This was Bonnie’s first time slapping someone, and she could feel her heart racing. As Winona opened her mouth to respond, Bonnie landed a second slap, quick and fierce. “Winona, remember this: No one is born better than anyone else. We can’t choose where we come from, but that doesn’t mean you rich folks can just abuse and trample over ordinary people like us. We all breathe the same air; who’s really better than who?”

Bonnie’s actions surprised everyone in the room, including Yvette, who raised her eyebrows in mild shock before a satisfied smirk crept onto her face. Bonnie turned to Yvette and grinned. Hitting people is definitely an art form. My hand hurts like hell, though!”