Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
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Robin saw Zola was silent and was about to speak again when he was interrupted. "The person has arrived."

Robin heard the voice and it sounded familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had heard it. He thought he might be overthinking it. 'How could there be a Black Gold top killer around me?' Hearing this, Robin tried to hold back his anger and searched the rooftop back and forth. After a while, he returned to the original spot, looking very embarrassed.

'It's late at night, and I'm almost getting blown away by the wind What's Zola trying to say? Yvette isn't here at all. Is he playing games with me? This so-called top killer has no professional ethics. When I get back, I'll definitely complain about him on the website. This is just too much!'

Robin's jaw was trembling as he spoke. "Mr. Zola, I don't know why you're messing with me here. I've already paid you 200 million. Is this how you operate? If you haven't caught the person, why did you have me come out here in the middle of the night? What about your professional ethics?"

Yvette, sitting on the edge of the rooftop, let out a light laugh upon hearing this. "This Robin really loves to talk about professional ethics."

In the chilly wind, that light laugh echoed in Robin's mind, making his head feel like it was going to explode. He had heard this laugh before and could never forget it. It was the same laugh that completely broke him during today's match, shattering all his mental defenses. 'No way! How could Zola's laugh be the same as that woman Yvette's?'

The next second, Yvette slowly turned around and stood up from the edge of the rooftop. Facing the wind, her brown hair slightly lifted. Her all-black leather jacket made her look even more cool and handsome. Her eyes, devoid of any warmth, looked at Robin with a mix of coolness and fierceness. Her exquisite and stunning face was sanctified under the moonlight, making it impossible for anyone to have the courage to look directly at her.

Robin's eyes widened instantly, feeling like he'd been struck by lightning. His body trembled uncontrollably, unable to speak a word. He had no strength left and collapsed to the ground, his face pale. He was freezing from the cold and now scared stiff. He pointed at Yvette, continuously backing away, his mouth open but unable to say anything.

'What's happening now? Someone tell me why Yvette is here? Clearly, Zola was supposed to meet me. How could Yvette be here? Am I dreaming? This has to be a dream, it must all be a dream!' But the cold in his body and Yvette's smile told him it wasn't a dream. He could only think of one possibility, one that would make him despair and push him into hell. Suddenly, Robin had a flash of realization. 'Doesn't Zola and Zeller share a Z?' Robin's eyes were vacant, filled with deep fear. He shouted incredulously, "Are you Zola? You're the top killer Zola from Black Gold?" Yvette, wearing Martin boots, calmly walked towards Robin. She took off her baseball cap, a mischievous smile on her lips, her blue eyes gleaming with a shallow laugh. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes were deathly cold as she leisurely said, "Yes, it's me!" These three words became the final straw that broke Robin. Hearing them, he suddenly lost all the strength to resist. "This world is too absurd! How can there be such a woman? An Interpol agent and a top killer? The world has gone mad, it's all mad!' gone

Robin stared fixedly at Yvette, fully aware that this woman wouldn't let him go. 'I paid someone to rape and then kill her first. With her temper, how could she let me go?' Robin forced himself to endure his inner fear. 'I'm not willing to just die at Yvette's hands.' He still wanted to threaten Yvette.

"Don't forget this is Betrico. I'm part of the Ybaulla delegation visiting Clusia. If something really happens to me here, our Ybaulla and the Jenkins family will definitely hold you accountable. You won't be able to escape. If you spare me this time, I promise to return to Ybaulla and will never reveal your identity. I swear we can just forget about it. After all, you won the chess match against me, didn't you?"

As Robin threatened Yvette, he also begged her for mercy, essentially just wanting to stay alive. At this point, he didn't care about his own face anymore, only hoping that this woman would let him off.

Yvette only raised an eyebrow, her eyes deepening as she slightly tilted her head. "You mean to say that the Jenkins family

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Robin nodded vigorously, thinking he had moved Yvette. "Yes, in the eldest son of the Jenkins family. My father values me highly. If something happened to me, he would definitely avenge me. You wouldn't want to provoke such a powerful enemy, right? As long as you spare me, I won't expose your identity. Truly, I guarantee it with my integrity."

Yvette remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled at him.

Robin was stunned.

Yvette pinched her wrist, her blue eyes narrowing, and calmly said, "Then just kill us both."

Robin was completely stunned in place upon hearing this. 'What is she talking about?'

Yvette lowered her gaze and glanced at the watch on her wrist. "Time's up. She took a step forward. Before Robin could react, she kicked him hard, knocking him to the ground. Slowly, she put on a pair of disposable gloves and then crouched down, snapping his chin back with her hand. Robin tried to scream for help but didn't even get a chance to open his mouth before Yvette pressed something into his mouth.

It tasted sweet and sour, but Robin knew it couldn't be anything good.

Yvette stepped back two steps, looking at Robin lying on the ground, struggling in pain. With her hands in her pockets, her expression was indifferent, showing no emotion at all.

Robin didn't realize he had ingested the world's real No.7 Toxin. The truly terrifying thing about the real No.7 Toxin isn't that it takes lives, but that after ingesting it, the victim suffers for three whole hours before dying. It's truly worse than death. Besides Yvette, no one else in the world has access to this toxin, not even Silas.

Robin collapsed on the ground, desperately clawing at his throat, trying to spit out what he had swallowed. Unfortunately, all his efforts were in vain.

No.7 Toxin was personally developed by Yvette. It melts in your mouth, and even the mighty gods can't reverse its effects.

After a short while, Robin felt his whole body turning cold, his entire being aching as if invisible beasts were tearing at him Every limb was enduring unbearable pain, his body shaking uncontrollably, his limbs convulsing, and he couldn't help but fet out moans of agony. He rolled on the ground in pain, his trembling legs kicking and thrashing in the muddy earth, covering him in dirt. With his convulsing hands, he desperately tore at his chest clothes, leaving noticeable bloodstains on his exposed pale skin, his bloodied fingers trembling nonstop. After a while, his body would suddenly stretch out and then bend into an arch, his desperate eyes darting around wildly, his pupils dilated, and his mouth emitting pitiful, dying screams, sounding hoarse and horrifying.

Not far away, Yvette stood there, almost blending into the darkness under the moonlight.