Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
Secrets Of Mrs 183

Chapter 183

After moving the chairs, Sandor, looking uneasy, asked, "Can I make a phone call? Yvette sat calmly in her chair, sipping warm milk with her elegant lingers. She looked at Sandor with a challenging gaze, as if to say. "Why haven't you called yet?" Frustrated, Sandor clenched his teeth and quickly dialed the number.

Once the call connected, Sandor felt a boost of confidence and raised his voice, saying, "Dorion, Dee and I are at Raindrop Bar. A woman has boldly claimed she killed Eban and wants Burley to come here."

Experienced in these situations, Sandor cleverly left out his own role in provoking Yvette, making it seem like Yvette was the one challenging Tiger Head Sandor knew that if it was just a fight between them, Burley probably wouldn't come. But by framing it as an attack on Tiger Head, with Yvette's admission of guilt in the murder of Eban, Burley would feel he had to respond.

The people watching looked at Sandor's exaggerated claims with disdain, knowing he had started the trouble. However, no one spoke up. The arrival of Tiger Head could lead to serious trouble. The thought of a beautiful woman facing violence made the crowd uneasy. When Dorion heard about a woman challenging Tiger Head and claiming to have killed Eban, he quickly told Sandor to keep her under control, promising that he and Burley would be there soon.

After hanging up, Sandor acted tough, taunting Yvette as if he hadn't just been begging for help. "You're in trouble. Our boss is coming, and you'll regret this."

Yvette, still relaxed in her chair, set down her milk cup and smiled playfully. "You're still not beaten enough, are you

Then, she picked up the stick Sandor had tried to use against her and threw it at his head. The loud crack echoed as the crowd watched Sandor's bloodied face in shock. Realizing he was hurt, Sandor insively touched his head, feeling the blood. He opened his mouth to curse, but not came out.

Yvette, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand, looked at him with indifference.

Sandor, feeling defeated, had to swallow his anger. He knew he couldn't confront her. He could only endure.

Half an hour later, Burley, the strong leader of Tiger Head, along with his strategist Dorion and a group of followers, entered the bar. They saw the striking woman at the center, focused on her phone while surrounded by excited spectators. Burley and Dorion were shocked to see that the person who had provoked Tiger Head was such a beautiful woman, especially since she had injured two of their members.

As they got closer, they overheard bits of conversation. "Fall back!" "This isn't going well!" "Watch your positioning. The enemy could strike!" "Incredible! You win? This is a ten-game winning streak!"

Sandor stood to the side, his face bloodied and furious, glaring at the unfazed Yvette, who continued to play her game and rack victories, captivating the crowd. The scene was as lively as if an event were taking place.

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Yvette consistently managed to escape from dire situations, demonstrating remarkable skill. Her techniques surpassed even, those of professional esports players. Some wondered if Yvette was a professional player. "What's going on here? Who killed Eban?" Dorion asked, his face darkening as he looked at the relaxed Yvette.

Burley, equally surprised, stared at Yvette with a mix of shock and anger. "Are you the one who claimed to have killed my brother?" Chapter 183

For years, Eban had worked hard, with Dorion by his side, while Burley just held the title of learer. After Eban's death, Dorion took charge, but out of respect for the past, he remained loyal to Burley and Sandor.

The crowd quickly made way for Burley, Dorion, and their group, falling silent as they waited to see what would happen next-perhaps the violent scene they all feared. No one understood why this woman dared to provoke Tiger Head or how she planned to escape the chaos

Seeing his backup had arrived, Sandor rushed forward, clinging to Dorion's leg. Dorion instinctively kicked at him, surprised by the sudden movement. Sandor stumbled back, feeling only mild pain. Regaining his balance, Sandor stammered. "Dorion, it's me. Wh-Why did you kick me?"

Feeling insulted, Sandor, with his battered face, looked both sad and angry. The crowd was a mix of amused and disgusted. Dorion realized he shouldn't have kicked Sandor like that. He cleared his throat awkwardly and adopted a serious expression as he inquired, "How did you end up like this?"

Looking hurt, Sandor pointed at Yvette with a venomous tone. She did this! Dee has already been knocked out. You have to avenge us, Dorion!TM

Yvette lowered her phone and raised an eyebrow, amused, clearly thinking she had shown Sandor too much mercy.

When Sandor caught her gaze, he stiffened and quickly hid behind Dorion. Sandor was thoroughly intimidated, convinced that Yvette was no ordinary adversary.

Burley stepped forward, full of bravado as he glared at Yvette. "You dare to hurt our member? It seems you're asking for

trouble. Burley instructed his companions to bring Yvette to him, asserting that he would deal with her himself.

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