Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

The four kidnappers exchanged glances, wanting to bite their tongues to commit suicide, just then, Jeremiah walked over in his military boots, his eyes as cold and deep as a frozen abyss, revealing an aura of decisiveness and brutality. Before they could react, he reached out and, without any hesitation, dislocated a few of their jaws. ‘Want to bite your tongue to die? Dream on!‘

With their jaws dislocated, they couldn’t close their mouths, staring at Yvette and Jeremiah with resentment on their faces.

Yvette slightly narrowed her eyes, her voice flat and low. In the dimly lit interrogation room, her voice echoed. “By the way, I forgot to introduce these methods of punishment. Let me briefly explain them so you can choose. I suggest you go for skinning alive. It’s simple- bury you in the ground with only your head sticking out, then cut a cross on top of your head, peel back your scalp, and pour some mercury inside.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The kidnappers shook their heads desperately, retreating, faces filled with fear that seemed to be breaking through the sky.

Jeremiah remained silent nearby, his soldiers‘ eyes wide with shock.

Yvette turned and sat back in her chair, her legs crossed on the table, looking lazy. She picked up an orange from the table, lowered her gaze, and slowly began peeling it, then spoke slowly. “Not satisfied? Well, capital punishment or scaphism is also an option. Starting from your feet, I’ll cut off a thousand pieces of flesh from your body, chop your hands, dig out your eyes, and slice your ears. Don’t worry, my knife skills are excellent; you’ll feel excruciating pain but absolutely won’t faint. You’ll remain fully conscious every minute and every second. How about that? Do you like it?” Yvette’s tone was very polite compared to the earlier moment when she shot without a word, her current attitude was almost overly friendly, provided you ignored what she was saying.

With each word Yvette spoke, the faces of the four bound criminals grew paler. They had never heard of such tortures, but they knew this woman wasn’t lying. ‘Doesn’t her treatment of the Boss say everything about her?‘ The mental defenses of the assassins were crumbling one by one, and they no longer bore the fearless expressions they had before.

Jeremiah’s subordinates watched Yvette sitting in the chair, casually peeling an orange while speaking nonchalantly, and now they understood why Mrs. Chavez could take down a Major General. ‘What kind of woman can eat an orange so leisurely in this environment? The smell of blood in this room is nauseating even for these big men. The future Major General Mrs. Chavez’s combat abilities and interrogation methods are truly remarkable; she’s ruthless. Didn’t you see how the previously arrogant Ybaulla assassins have turned into what they are now?‘

They suddenly began to worry about this major general’s standing in her family; it was indeed concerning.

Yvette rested her chin on her hand, the corners of her mouth curling slightly, her eyes landing on one of the four, the Bald Man, and then she gave Jeremiah a look.

Jeremiah understood immediately and resigned himself to the girl’s arrangements, stepping forward to realign the Bald Man’s jaw.

Once the Bald Man’s jaw was back in place, he didn’t feel the slightest bit of joy, staring at Yvette with an extremely complicated expression, words on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t dare to speak. “This woman is simply terrifying.

Yvette said lightly, “Kaiden or Kyle?”

The Bald Man’s eyes narrowed; he was a Tradecrafter assassin trained by the Steel Serpents for Prime Minister Kyle. However, this task was indeed personally ordered by the gang leader, all because they wanted Mr. Harper to win the competition to smoothly secure the next heir.

The Bald Man gritted his teeth, troubled. ‘Anyway, I can’t walk out alive now, but I really don’t want to suffer the devilish tortures

this woman mentioned before I die; being in her hands must be more painful than death. The Bald Man asked, “If I tell you, can you give me a quick end?” The other three glared at him fiercely upon hearing this. The Bald Man ignored

Vette, waiting for her response. them and only looked at

Yvette rested her chin on her hand, replying unhurriedly, “Sure, after all, the guest is important. Since you don’t like my

hospitality, I can’t force it

The Bald Man felt a surge of blood rush to his head. ‘Is there a more shameless woman than this? Who would like this hospitality of skinning alive and dismemberment?‘

The soldiers standing nearby forced themselves to suppress their laughter. ‘Major General Mrs. Chavez’s words are bound to infuriate Ybaullan Tradecrafters!‘

The Bald Man reluctantly replied, “It’s Mr. Harper. We were ordered by the leader Larry; only by killing the man in front of us will Mr. Harper win the competition and become the leader’s perfect heir.”

Yvette heard the answer she wanted, stood up, and said to Jeremiah, “I have something to do, don’t wait for me for dinner tonight.”

Jeremiah waved his hand to his subordinates, and the soldiers immediately stepped forward to take the men away.

As the Bald Man left, he shouted loudly, “You said you would give me a quick end!” but no one paid him any attention. After they left, Jeremiah took Yvette to his office, poured her a cup of hot coffee, and handed it to her. “Kaiden, I’ll go kill him.”

Yvette scanned the office, then her gaze fell on a corner of the desk before casually looking away, curling her lips as she accepted the hot coffee. Hearing Jeremiah’s words, she shook her head. “Jeremiah, I need to go see this person myself. Killing him was something I should have done seven years ago.”

Jeremiah’s eyes deepened, his blue eyes momentarily flickering as he looked at Yvette. The two locked eyes, and neither spoke until Jeremiah finally relented. “Fine, I’ll leave him to you.

Far away at the hotel, Kaiden had no idea that his fate was being sealed in the office of the First Military District; he was still trying to regain Kyle’s support, but Kyle wouldn’t even give him a chance to meet.

In the middle of the night, Kaiden returned to his room. Just as he was about to turn on the lights, his hand hadn’t even touched the switch when all the lights in the room came on. When Kaiden saw the two people sitting on the sofa, it was as if he’d been struck by lightning. He staggered back two steps, his expression instantly turning to horror. ‘How are they here?‘

Yvette sat on the sofa, dressed in black, her head lowered, fiddling with her phone.

Charles stood up from the sofa, walked behind Yvette, and stood there, looking at Kaiden with a glint in his eyes. “This guy really brought it upon himself, daring to mess with the future mother–in–law of the commander.’ When the commander texted him earlier today to come to the hotel where Kaiden was staying, he knew the man’s time was up.

Kaiden cautiously observed Yvette’s expression and nervously asked, “Commander, what brings you here? Is there something you need from me?” His tone could not have been more humble–he was practically groveling.

Charles wasn’t surprised by this; this guy had fooled who knows how many people with that face back in the training camp. Deep down, he was rotten to the core.

Yvette raised her eyes, put away her phone, and glanced Kaiden up and down. Her voice was as cold as ice. “Will you kill yourself, or should I do it? You get to choose.”