Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Yvette’s expression remained unreadable as she glanced briefly toward a nearby pillar, her hands still casually in her pockets. With a faint smirk, she called out, “Come on out. I’m here, so why keep hiding?”

Both Layla and the group of men in black froze, shocked that Yvette had spotted someone behind the pillar. Winona, realizing her cover was blown, decided there was no point in hiding any longer.

Winona had no intention of sparing Yvette, and if Yvette knew who was behind this plot, it wouldn’t change the outcome. Only one of them would leave this factory alive.

Winona emerged, clapping slowly, her eyes‘ cold and menacing as they locked onto Yvette. Seeing Winona step forward, Layla hurried to her side.

“Winona, I did everything you asked. I brought her here, so I’ll just head out now. This place gives me the creeps,” Layla said, shifting uncomfortably.

Layla thought her role was done–that she had merely been the bait to lure Yvette into Winona’s trap.

But in the next moment, Winona cast her a look of disdain. She thought, ‘Foolish girl. Does Winona really think she’d walk away unscathed? Her purpose here is far more than just leading Yvette into the trap!‘

Winona motioned to the men in black, and without hesitation, they moved forward and restrained Layla.

Layla stared in horror, struggling against their grip as she shouted at Winona, “Winona, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up? We’re good friends, and you should be tying up Yvette! Let me go, let me go!”

Winona’s gaze shifted from Yvette’s calm, detached expression to Layla’s frantic, pleading face.

She said, “Friends? You only wanted to use my hatred to get back at Yvette. Did you really think I’d fall for such a simple trick?

“Are you that naïve or just plain stupid? You thought you could use me as your weapon? You’re not even close to being worthy

Layla’s face paled as the realization hit her. Winona had known all along that she was using her, and now she was paying the price. Panic gripped her as she realized just how dangerous and unpredictable Winona truly was.

Layla tried to beg for mercy, but the men in black, following a nod from Winona, shoved a rag into her mouth and dragged her aside, silencing her pleas.

With Layla out of the way, Winona turned her gaze toward Yvette, seething with resentment. If it weren’t for Yvette’s existence, none of this would have happened.

She would still be the daughter of the Chambers family, the socialite envied by all of Seacrity. Yvette had ruined her life. Winona rested a hand on her stomach with a smug smile. For someone usually so clever, Yvette really lost her mind for a moment–falling for Layla’s tricks. But this worked out just fine. She didn’t have to resort to Plan B.

Winona looked proud. “Yvette, ver thought you’d end up here. I must’ve overestimated you if even a fool like Layla could lure you in. If I’d known, it would be this easy, and I wouldn’t have gone into so much trouble with all my careful planning.

But don’t worry–soon, you’ll have plenty of company, and none of you will be leaving.”

For the first time, Winona confronted Yvette without any pretense, letting her hatred show openly.

Yvette cast a disinterested glance at Winona, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her voice was calm, “So Layla’s your scapegoat?”

The “she” referred to Layla, who was tied up. Layla’s eyes went wide at this, a flicker of realization dawning in her eyes.

Winona hadn’t expected Yvette to remain so composed, showing no fear even in this situation. It unsettled her for a moment, but she brushed it off, assuming Yvette was merely putting on a brave face.

After all, she had over fifty men with her, all hired at a hefty price from the underworld. How could Yvette, a woman, possibly pose a threat?

Emboldened by the thought, Winona laughed, finally dropping any restraint. She pointed to the bound Layla.

“This idiot tried to use me, so I used her instead. Once you’re dead, she’ll be the one blamed for your murder. She went to Argrol University to find you, plenty of people must’ve seen her. They’ll be witnesses.

“After you’re gone, I’ll burn this place to the ground–no evidence, no trace. See, even fate is on my side. Yvette, today’s the end for you.”

Layla was truly terrified now. She struggled desperately, but no sound could escape her gagged mouth. Her eyes shot daggers at Winona, but the look was powerless against the twisted woman she thought she’d been using.

Layla had thought she was the one pulling the strings, only to realize too late that she was the pawn, set up as the scapegoat. If she had known it would turn out like this, she would never have teamed up with Winona.

One of the men, seeing Layla’s frantic thrashing, stepped forward and knocked her unconscio Just before she collapsed, her eyes held a bitter regret.

to avoid further disruption.

Meanwhile, Winona’s frustration only grew as she watched Yvette’s stoic expression remain unshaken. She couldn’t stand Yvette’s aloof demeanor, as if she was above everything. Yvette’s calm demeanor drove her mad.

Winona clenched her fists, teeth bared in fury, shouting, “Why? Why are you always so composed? Don’t you see? You’re in my hands now!”

Yvette’s gaze shifted to Winona, her eyes clear and unreadable as if she were observing something far beneath her. Her expression remained serene, almost indifferent, as she brushed an invisible speck off her sleeve.

She responded in a tone so casual it bordered on contempt, “You think I’m in your hands?”

Winona froze, momentarily thrown off by the simple question. She shook it off–surely this woman was just putting on a front. How could Yvette hope to stand against fifty men?

Her confidence bolstered, Winona sneered, suppressing a faint unease. “Yvette, stop pretending. Today, you’re finished. But don’t worry–I’m generous. I’ll let you see someone first before you die. After all, I’m nothing if not kind.”

Winona sneered, her eyes glinting with malice. “He’ll be here soon, and I’ll make sure he watches every second as I kill you. He’ll suffer–just like I did. It’s what you both owe me!”

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Unperturbed, Yvette finally spoke a single name, calm as ever. “Zachary?”

Winona’s face hardened for a moment before she smirked, her gaze as venomous as poison. Yes, I already had someone inform him that you’re in my hands. By now, he’s probably going mad. You’re his precious daughter, after all.

“For your mother’s sake, he’s played along with my mom for so many years, feigning affection for me and Zeke–it must have been quite the strain.

And the minute you came back, he was ready to and over the entire Chambers family fortune to you as if I was nothing.

Her voice grew cold with resentment. “He’s done everything for you, but how much do you actually care about him? What gives you the right to sit back, do nothing, and have it all handed to you? What right do you have?”