Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222
Bonnie’s two slaps instantly left Winona’s face red and swollen. Bonnie knew just how much strength she had put into them -if Winona’s face had not swelled up, it wouldn’t have been fair. Everyone says you should repay kindness with kindness and be generous, but Bonnie believed that unless you’ve gone through someone else’s struggles, you shouldn’t preach to them about being good. Not many people know the rest of that saying: “If you endure my suffering, you might not have my kindness.”
The hatred in Winona’s eyes intensified as she touched her swollen face. In a fit of rage, she screamed, “Bonnie, you b***h! Why are you hitting me? What? Yvette, if you’ve got the guts, kill me! Go on, take me out with you!” Winona didn’t dare approach. All she could do was stare at Yvette, who was lounging on the sofa while shouting at Bonnie, who had just stepped
back
Yulia was taken aback by Winona’s wild behavior and stumbled back a couple of steps. Where was the elegant and gentle Winona she knew? This was clearly a woman losing her mind. She feared Yvette might actually retaliate, so she quickly pulled at Qi Nan’s arm. Winona was already spiraling into madness, and Bonnie’s two slaps had pushed her over the edge. Yulia managed to grab Winona’s wrist, but Winona shook her of
Yulia, in her high-heeled shoes, lost her balance thanks to Winona’s shove and fell hard to the ground.
The pointy-faced salesgirl, seeing this unfold, crawled away, regretting her earlier decisions.
Winona looked at Yulia with disdain. What a useless person-if Yulia had been more competent, she wouldn’t have had to take those two slaps..
Ignoring Yulia, Winona held her stomach, trying to regain a bit of composure. She bit her lip and clenched her sleeves. “Yvette, even if you’re leaning on someone powerful, so many people in that big crowd saw you pull a gun. Just wait until the police show up. You’re done for
Yvette lounged back with her legs crossed, twirling the sleek black gun in her hand. Raising an eyebrow, she rested her chin on her hand, her eyes dark and deep as she regarded Winona with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Oh? Is that so?“
Seeing Yvette’s fearless demeanor, Winona gritted her teeth in frustration.
What was she even counting on! Did she really think Zachary could save her from this mess? For all she knew, he might already be dead, Did Yvette have any idea? How could she be so sure? What Winona found most unsettling was Yvette’s calmness, like a mountain that wouldn’t budge no matter what came crashing down.
Bonnie felt a bit worried after hearing Winona’s outburst. This wasn’t a small issue, but she also didn’t believe Yvette would pull the trigger without reason.
Meanwhile, Yulia, still on the ground and wincing from her ankle, watched as Winona continued to provoke Yvette. Despite the pain, she managed to stand up. “Winona, just shut up! Do you really want Yvette to get angry and come after you? Do you even care about your kid or not?”
Winona shot her a cold glance, clearly not pleased with Yulia either. She had a sharp, sarcastic tone. “Mom, Yvette pulled the gun first! Even if the baby gets hurt, it’s on you for not protecting me!”
Yulia choked out, her face turning red and her hands shaking.
Winona couldn’t believe how shameless her daughter was. She struggled to find something to say in response.
Seeing Yulla’s expression gave Winona a little boost of confidence. She straightened up and pretended to cradle her stomach, a wicked thought popping into her head. What if this kid could actually save her? Going to jail wouldn’t be so bad if she could get out of this mess.
After all, she could always have more kids. Robert had turned his back on her, and even if he couldn’t help, there would always be another chance. But getting one over on Yvette? That was a rare opportunity.
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Bonnie noticed Winona’s sudden excitement and leaned in closer to Yvette. “Yvette, is it just me, or is Winona acting a little crazy?”
Yvette half-closed her eyes, looking up with a glint in them, a small smile tugging at her lips. She didn’t respond, though.
Winona clenched her fists as if she had made up her mind.
She glanced at Yvette, ready to hurl some insults to provoke her. But Yvette seemed to anticipate her move; she turned the gun in her hand and pointed it straight at Winona. Bang! The bidlet zipped past Winona’s left cheek and hit the wall, just Two centimeters away.
Winona struggled to keep her cool, her body trembling uncontrollably. “You…”
Before she could finish, another bullet fired from the gun. This time, it grazed past Qin Nan’s left foot, again missing by just a couple of centimeters.
Winona tried to steady herself. If Yvette shot again, she’d just pretend to fall. She was sure that if she played her cards right, she could convince everyone that she couldn’t keep the baby. Robert and Victor wouldn’t let Zhou off easy.
Winona sat there, heart racing, quietly waiting for the next shot. Yulia, who had initially tried to protect Winona, was now curled up on the ground, holding her head, too scared to look up. The three pointy-faced girls were so (rightened they looked like they might lose control.
Yvette’s expression remained as cold and emotionless as ever. “So, you’re willing to use your kid as leverage?” Hearing this, Winona shook her head immediately, desperate to deny it. “I didn’t! Don’t slander me. You won’t get away with this!”
Wette slowly smiled, her voice soft and steady. “Not important)
“What do you mean? Winona thought for a moment before realizing what was about to happen. Yvette’s pistol was now aimed straight at her heart. Winona froze, cold sweat starting to trickle down her back. She had intended to provoke Yvette into a corner with the child angle, but she didn’t expect to find herself in this position.
Winona, trying to save face, piped up. “You don’t dare! This is the Seacrity! If you kill me, you’re finished. You wouldn’t dare! Don’t scare me anymore!”
Even as she spoke, Winona felt her courage fading. She was shaking. If she pretended to fall now, while Yvette might not be directly responsible, she would still be indirectly to blame..
At the end of the day, Winona was just scared of dying and feared that Yvette might actually want her dead.
Just as Winona was about to make her move, loud footsteps echoed from the distance, coming from the clothing store. Suddenly, about thirty people in SWAT uniforms rushed through the door.
The female pointy-faced salesgirl spotted the rescue team and crawled toward them, shouting, “Police! The police are here! Help! Someone has a gun! She’s shooting!” Her words were a jumbled mess.
Yulia, who was closest to the door, was shocked. With all her might, she pushed the door open and bolted outside.
But Winona didn’t seem in a hurry to leave. She glared at Yvette, her expression venomous as she cradled her stomach. “Yvette, let’s see how you get out of this one. You can’t escape this time. I won’t let you go!”
Bonnie was terrified by the sudden arrival of the SWAT team but did her best to stay calm. She turned to Yvette and said. “Yvette, this all started because of me. I’ll take responsibility for
Yvette, barely paying attention, yawned lazily and rubbed her head. “It’s just a little thing; I don’t need you to step in.”