Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

In the next moment, everyone was shocked.

Before they could react, Yvette had already lifted the arrogant Keira with one hand.

She then tossed Keira aside as effortlessly as if she were throwing away a rag.

Keira flew through the air and crashed by the wall, her knees slamming into the ground with a heavy thud that made everyone’s hearts tighten.

Yvette’s movements were fluid and swift, as if she’d done this a thousand times.

Her face was filled with hostility, her lips pressed into a cold line, and her eyes slightly drooping.

Her action left all the political scions in the private room utterly stunned.

Their eyes were wide open, nearly popping out of their sockets

“Who the hell is this violent maniac? someone thought, stunned,

Samantha’s eyes lit up instantly as she thought, D***n, that toss was so ***da***

Jeremiah, observing Yvette’s back with deep eyes, pressed his lips together and thought, “Have I overestimated her alcohol tolerance?

Keira let out an ear piercing scream that seemed like it could shatter the roof.

Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick was unrared across her face, making her look more like a crazed woman than the refined model she was.

Glaring at Yvette, she screamed. “You ps**ho! Who gives you the right to hit me?”

Yvette stood in front of Keira, her gaze unfocused

She slowly lifted her head and raised her eyes; her face was blank and icy, her eyes cold and bloodshot.

She said lightly, “I asked you, did you say you wanted to die?”

Keira was struck speechless.

Under Yvette’s gaze, her hands trembled with nervousness, and she was unable to form coherent words. “I-I did say that, but 1-

Before Keira could finish, Yvette cut her off, thinking. What is the point of saying so much if she wants to die? Eagle King once said, after drinking. I shouldn’t listen to anyone-just help them fulfill their wishes and then go to sleep.

While everyone else was still in shock. Yvette lifted Keira off the ground without saying a word and, forming a fist with her right hand, delivered a punch straight to Keira’s left eye.

The force knocked out Keira’s contact lens, instantly turning her eye into a swollen mess.

She struggled frantically, trying to escape Yvette’s grip, but it was useless.

She was like a helpless chick in Yvette’s hand.

Yvette glanced at Keira’s left eye and muttered, “No, it’s not symmetrical.”

Everyone’s eyes twitched, and their faces froze.

Now’s the time to care about symmetry? someone thought.

Yvette spun the wildly struggling, crying Keira around and, without hesitation, punched her in the right eye.

Now, they were perfectly symmetrical.

Keira screamed at the top of her lungs, looking even more unhinged.

But no matter how much she thrashed, she couldn’t escape Yvette’s grasp.

The onlookers huddled together in fear, not daring to say a word, afraid of becoming the next target.

They thought, Yvette is so strong. She could easily take down eight of us if she wanted to; we can’t afford to upset her. The once-arrogant Keira is now reduced to this pitiful state.

Keira was really scared now.

She crawled and scrambled to get as far away from Yvette as possible.

Yvette fixed her gaze on Keira, and with a faint smile, she raised an eyebrow

She thought, “Why is this woman Bering! I haven’t fulfilled her with yet

She then held Keira’s throat tightly, her eyes cold and fierce. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound.

Keira’s agonizing scream set chills down everyone’s spine.

Her right hand was broken and hung limply

Another cr****k sounded, and Keira’s left shoulder was dislocated

Yvette released Keira, who rolled on the ground in agony

Everyone turned to look at Yvette and was shocked and frightened to see her smiling in a moment like this.

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Everyone unconsciously touched their own right hand, feeling as though it had broken as well.

They couldn’t help but think. Oh my goodness… this is terrifying… I want to go home!”

Then they turned their attention to Jeremiah for his reaction.

After all, the scene was quite bl****dy, and normally, no girl would act so violently in front of her boyfriend.

Jeremiah gave a calm glance to those looking at him

Then his gaze turned sharp as he said, “If this woman dies, I’ll handle the aftermath.”

The people in the private room once again realized that Jeremiah would go to any lengths to indulge his girlfriend.

Kriza was truly scared

knew that if he didn’t beg for mercy, she would die here by the usual rules at all; she wasn’t human-she was a devil Keira didn’t dare to pretend anymore.

She knelt on the ground and kept bowing fervently, crying and begging for mercy. “I’m sorry! I was wrong! I’ll never threaten you again. I’ll leave right now. Please let me go, Ms. Zeller.”

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

Just moments ago, Keira had been so smug, and now she was utterly pathetic.

Everyone knew who was responsible for this reversal.

Yvette gazed at Keira for a few silent seconds..

Her beautiful face was a mix of wildness and rebellion, her eyes cold as ice.

Her voice was icy. “Do you still want to die?”

Keira shook her head frantically.

She was certain if she nodded, Yvette would kill her right here.

She said, “I don’t want to die, Ms. Zeller. I really don’t want to die! Please, let me go.”

Yvette shifted her gaze away from Keira and tilted her head slightly, looking at the others with their complex expressions.

Her eyes were filled with innocence and purity, which was captivating.

Her voice was emotionless. “She said she doesn’t want to die. Is that right?”

The people around nodded even more frantically than Keira, eager to answer.

“Yes, Ms. Zeller, she said she doesn’t want to die.”

“Yes, she said it, Ms. Zeller.”

“We all heard her!”

They were scared too. Nobody wanted a murder on their hands.

They thought, ‘Who else could handle a girlfriend like this but Jeremiah? A devil of a woman paired with the Living Reaper–-a perfect match. Even with all the courage in the world, we wouldn’t dare to be with someone like Yvette’

Joel was already dumbfounded, his soul seemingly knocked out of him.

A stray thought crossed his mind. ‘Is Jeremiah… the one on the bottom? It’s hard to say.

Jared shuffled over to Samantha, shrinking his neck.

In a quiet voice, he said, “Samantha, Jeremiah’s girlfriend is even more violent than you”

Samantha gave Jared a look and said with admiration, “She’s definitely tougher!”

Samantha decided she liked Yvette even more.

If she were a man, she would definitely pursue Yvette-what a thrill that would be!

Yvette turned to Keira curled up in the corner, her lips curving into a faint smile.

She said, “I really am a good girl. I just saved a life.”

Everyone was stunned by her words.

They thought, ‘Saved a life? Is she serious? Who saves a life by beating someone like that?’

Keira, in her current state, was beyond being just miserable right now. She’d probably go insane from the trauma.

Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a smirk formed on his lips.

Now, he was sure Yvette was drunk-there was no way she’d say something like that otherwise.

After finishing her declaration, Yvette didn’t spare Keira another glance. She turned around, walked up to Jeremiah, and gave a smile.

Then she looked him in the eye and asked earnestly, “Am I a good girl?”

Jeremiah looked at her intently, brushing a loose strand of hair from her forehead.

His voice is low, raspy, and gravelly, like sandpaper scraping against the heart-deliberately slow and teasing. “You’re good. You’re the best.”

Yvette’s smile widened.

She thought, ‘Eagle King says I cause trouble when I drink. Nonsense. ver cause trouble.