Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
Secrets Of Mrs 185

Chapter 185

Dorion, cautious but ready, decided to attack first. Yvette, with a light frown, looked at him with a sharp and cold stare. As Dorion rushed at her, she lazily glanced his way and said, "Fool"

Dorion was surprised by her words and hesitated. At that moment, Yvette pulled out a shiny silver gun from her clothing. smiling playfully. While Dorion was confused, she pulled the trigger, and a buller hit his left leg. He fell down, his face turning red, completely unprepared for such an unexpected move. Dorion thought, This is a serious breach of fighting rules!'

Dragging his hurt leg. Dorion glared at Yvette, anger showing on his face, "You... you have no honor. How could you u

gun?"

Yvette laughed softly, a teasing smile on her lips. "Oh? Did I say I wouldn't use a gun? Why work hard when you can solve things easily?"

Dorion was furious, holding his chest as he shook with rage. Just moments ago, she had faced many enemies without a weapon, yet now he was shot down by her. Dorion thought, "How shameful The onlookers were speechless.

After Dorion fell, Burley thought about escaping. Yvette glanced at Burley, making him shrink back in fear. The crowd was stunned, trying to figure out how to explain the day they saw a beautiful woman take on the powerful Tiger Head and leave them half-dead, or how they saw Dorion fall with just one shot from her. If they hadn't seen it themselves, they would have thought it was a made-up story.

Sandor, trying to sneak away, suddenly felt the room go quiet. He turned to see Yvette looking at him with a smirk. Terrified, he dropped to his knees, bowing his head. "Beautiful lady, I was wrong. Please spare me. I won't do it again. I will never do anything bad again. If I do, may my whole family suffer." Yvette pointed her silver gun at his head, making Sandor wet himself in fear. The crowd recoiled in disgust, covering their noses. Yvette casually put her gun away while Sandor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. She then gestured to a chair that had far away. Sandor hurried to get it, cleaning it with his sleeve and bowing deeply. "Lady, please sit. I've made it clean for you." The onlookers could hardly watch this display of flattery. They were seeing the fall of Tiger Head, a powerful gang ruled for years, now brought low by an unknown woman

Yvette sat in the chair, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand, looking relaxed. "Go get your leader. The Tiger Head should share both good and bad times. Don't you agree?"

Sandor trembled as he looked back at Burley, who was cowering in a corner, then turned to Yvelle. "Can L? Yvette's pale fingers played with her gun, her voice low and teasing, "Hmm?"

With a bold decision, Sandor chose to betray Burley. Sandor approached Burley, tying him up with rope while apologizing. "I'm so sorry, boss! I had no choice. That woman is dangerous. Please forgive me this once." Burley struggled but was too weak. Sandor worked hard to tie him up, even stuffing a cloth in his mouth to keep him quiet. When Sandor returned to Yvette, he nervously asked, "Lady, do you have any more-orders?" Yvette looked at Sandor, raising an eyebrow, still playful. "You did well. Keep it up next time."

Sandor's heart sank at her words, realizing he had sealed his fate He didn't dare look back at Burley or Dorion, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace as he backed away, the thought of escape now a distant dream. Yvette lounged in her chair, her pale face showing a hint of coldness. She tilted her head towards the fallen Dorion and laughed lightly. "Has your help not arrived yet?" 08:27 Tue, Oct 15 b Chapter 183 83%

Dorion gasped, his body tenge, momentarily forgetting his injury "How did you know I called for help? Why didn't you stop

Just moments ago, while Sandor got the chair. Dorion hail cretly sent a text for help, thinking he was being sneaky But Yvette had seen through his plan and let him call for help. Dorion wondered, "Why? Does she really fear nothing from Seventy-Two Chambers or the Goodman family? Doubts began to creep into Dorion's mind about whether he had angered- someone truly untouchable.

Yvette looked at Dorion with an unreadable expression, her eyes lear but slightly misty. Leaning back in her chair, she said, "I need to get rid of the roots."

Donon's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Yvette, his pain momentarily forgotten in confusion. Dorion thought. "This is her plan? Can she really take down us?

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Yvette ignored Dorion's reaction, took out her phone, and started tapping the screen. The familiar sounds of a game the air again. The crowd was speechless, exchanging confused looks. The scene was strange: Burley tied up in a corner, Dorion bleeding on the floor, Sandor too scared to look up, and group of beaten men lying around, while the beautiful woman sat calmly playing a game. After fifteen minutes, the bar's door opened again, revealing a group of armed men in black, clearly experienced fighters. They lined up, each looking intimidating. As they moved aside, a tall man in a trench coat stepped into the light.

Burley, closest to the entrance, was shocked to see the man approaching. Burley trembled, his face pale, He could hardly believe that-Dorion's backup would be this person. After years in the chamber, Burley had only seen Charles a few times at big meetings. As for Braydon, Burley had only caught a glimpse of Braydon from far away once, too scared to even look up. the memory clear in his mind. SEND GIFT