Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182
Dee was shocked, staring at Yvette in disbelief, his eyes filled with fear.
He thought, ‘How does she know about Eban’s death?
Only insiders of the Tiger Head Gang are aware of it. Burley had been furious since Eban’s demise, and we planned to send this woman to him to lift his spirits.
He asked, “How do you know about Ehan’s death?”
Yvette didn’t care to lower her voice.
The crowds gasped at her words, thinking she was spouting nonsense, but Dee quickly confirmed it.
Whispers spread among the onlookers.
One said, “Did you hear? The Tiger Head Gang’s Eban is dead. This could spell the end for the gang!”
Some, unaware of the situation, dismissed it, “Is it really that bad? The Tiger Head Gang is run by Burley, Eban’s death shouldn’t nfatter much.”
Another man shook his head and said, “You don’t understand. The Tiger Head Gang has always been led by Eban. His ruthlessness is what made it successful..
Anew bartender muttered, “But the real question is, how does this girl know about Eban’s death? Even the people in the underworld didn’t know.”
At this, the crowd fell silent.
They thought, ‘Yeah, the bartender’s right. How did this pretty girl know?’
Doubt filled everyone’s minds.
Yvette narrowed her eyes, a slight smile forming on her lips as she calmly replied, “Because I killed him.”
The moment she spoke, everyone around was dumbfounded. They thought, ‘Is this girl crazy? How dare she claim she killed Eban? That’s ridiculous.
Whispers spread through the bar, and even the DJ stopped.
The once lively atmosphere fell silent, with the sound of a pin dropping audible.
A bald man with business ties to Eban stared at Yvette’s pretty face and laughed mockingly. “You really like to brag, don’t you? Sure, you’re pretty, but is something off in your head? Claiming you killed Eban? Why not just say you know the President of Mysonna?”
Yvette glanced at him, expressionless, and replied casually. “I do know him.”
This statement solidified the crowd’s belief that she was mentally unstable.
Sandor and Dee laughed, and their earlier panic vanished.
They thought, ‘She’s crazy. They were overthinking it. She probably just heard some gossip and came here to brag
The crowd began to taunt her again.
“Pretty girl, if you’re mentally ill, go home for treatment. Don’t embarrass yourself here.”
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“Yeah, you say you know the President of Mysonna, and I claim he’s my dad too!”
“Coincidentally, he’s also my father!”
A few sympathetic onlookers warned Yvette. “Beauty, leave now. If the Tiger Head Gang shows up, you won’t be able to
escape.
Throughout it all, Yvette only stared at her old black cell phone until it rang.
After answering, she heard the Eagle King say, “Boss, I’ve found out that Charles, the leader of Blaze Hall, is locked up by Braydon. We still need time to confirm the location.
Yvette hung up, her expression unreadable but exuding an aura that warned others to stay away.
Suddenly, she smirked devilishly.
Sandor and Dee couldn’t wait any longer. They moved forward to grab Yvette, planning to take her away by force.
Dee reached for her, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.
In an instant. Yvette kicked him in the chest, the sound of breaking bones echoing through the bar.
Sandor’s expression shifted as he pulled out a knife, lunging at her with deadly intent.
Yvette smiled a devilish grin that sent chills down his spine.
As he attacked, she sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it, the sound of snapping bones following. A swift kick sen him crashing several meters away.
The onlookers watched in awe as the fallen man groaned in pain, relieved they had dodged his fate.
Dee attempted a sneak attack from behind, swinging a stick at Yvette.
Yvette turned, her eyes filled with menace, and without looking, snatched the stick from his hand.
Dee stumbled backward, terrified, begging for mercy, hoping Yvette would go easy on himn.
Yvette lowered her eyes and asked slowly, “Want me to let you go?”
Sandor knelt, repeatedly bowing and crying. “Please, spare us.”
The crowd wondered if she might show mercy. After all, she was a girl and might have a soft spot.
However, Sandor plotted to call his gang for backup.
Yvette glanced at him, who was barely conscious.
Her voice was low and filled with intensity.
“If you want to be spared, call your boss to come and save you,” she said.
Sandor froze, staring at her in disbelief.
He thought. Is she insane? Does she truly give him a chance to call the boss over? Does she think she can escape once my boss arrives?”
The onlookers were collectively stunned.
They thought. Is this girl truly insane, or does she want to die, giving him a chance to call for backup?
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Even if she can defeat these two, what about the thousands in the Tiger Head Gang? And the Goodman family backing them? It won’t be easy for anyone to challenge them in Mysonna
Fearing that Yvette was deceiving him, Sandor boldly asked again, “Are you sure you want me to call our boss?”
Yvette let out a light, lazy laugh. “Go ahead. Do you need me to find you a phone?”
She spoke as if it wasn’t her who nearly beat the two of them to death moments ago.
Her friendliness was unnerving.
Sandor quickly shook his head, worried that Yvette might change her mind. He fumbled for his phone to make the call.
“Hold on a second, Yvette interrupted.
He realized she was playing with him.
Though he wanted to be angry, after seeing Yvette’s look, he held back.
He knew anger would only hasten his demise.
Everyone thought Yvette had come to her senses and wanted to back out, which was understandable.
Sandor hesitated and asked, “You don’t want to back out, do you?
Yvette, hands in her pockets and a slight smile on her lips, replied coldly. “Go get me that chair over there.”
The crowd watched in silence.
Sandor dared not protest. He dragged the body Yvette had kicked, wincing in pain, and retrieved a chair for her.
With each step, agony coursed through him.
Onlookers suddenly understood it was how she punished him.
Even Sandor thought the same, harboring resentment toward Yvette.
If Eagle King were present, he would have told them, “You’re overthinking it. She’s just lazy.”