Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436 

Ten minutes later, Janice and Ben stood there, rubbing their swollen faces, glancing at each other with nothing but resentment. 

Bonnie stood aside, observing the two of them–Janice and Ben–who had been slapping each other moments ago. Her gaze drifted to the silver gun on the table, and she let out a sigh. 

Just ten minutes ago, after the door was closed, Yvette had done nothing to physically intervene. Janice and Ben, seeing Yvette pull out the gun, were so terrified they lost all composure 

They had blamed each other until they finally started fighting. Throughout it all, Yvette had simply sat on the couch, not saying a word. And now, here they were, reduced to this pathetic state. 

Janice had it worse. After all, Ben, being a man, had the advantage in physical strength. Janice had been beaten badly, her screams piercing the air in a tragic, shrill cry. 

Finally, the two stopped. Ben, with a wounded face, spat on the ground and pointed at Janice, saying to Yvette, “She’s the one who started all this and dragged me into this mess. 

“I was just fooled by her. If you’re angry, take it out on her. I’m innocent in all of this.” 

Ben trembled as he saw the gun on the table, his fear palpable. He understood that he had crossed a line he should never have crossed. 

After years of navigating through society, he knew all too well what it meant when a woman could casually pull out a gun–he had just kicked a hornet’s nest. 

Janice, lying on the floor, slowly raised her head. Her face was bruised and battered, every inch of her body in pain. Her eyes locked onto Yvette who was sitting calmly on the couch, resembling a demon. 

Janice’s chest rose and fell with every labored breath, her eyes wide with seething anger, tears of hatred pooling in them. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, Yvette, I hated 

you. 

“Why is even my only sister on your side and all I have left is this old man to help me get what I want? It’s not fair! If I were you, I would be a thousand times better than you.” 

Yvette had beauty granted by heaven and a rich boyfriend like Jeremiah, and everything was handed to her effortlessly. Unlike her, Janice had to struggle and manipulate a man as old as her father to survive. 

Even Bonnie, for Yvette’s sake, would easily cast aside their years of sisterhood, never even allowing Janice to speak ill of 

Yvette. 

Yvette lowered her head slightly, her gaze turning piercing as she glanced at Janice. Her eyes were as sharp as ice, chilling and emotionless. She leaned back against the couch, her profile distant and indifferent, and her expression devoid of any warmth. 

It was this very indifference and unreachable aura around Yvette that stung Janice deeply, Yvette seemed so untouchable, almost divine as if everyone else were beneath her. Her presence made Janice realize just how insignificant and small she truly was. 

Bonnie stepped forward, observing Janice’s expression, and at this very moment, she finally moved on. 

With calm clarity, Bonnie said, “This is the last time I’m talking to you as your family. You always complain about why things are the way they are. The truth is, you’re not Yvette, and you never will be. 

“Even if you somehow became like her, you would still be walking the same path you’re on now–using your body to get everything you want through men. You’ve turned Yvette into some imagined enemy, just to find a way to justify your 

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Janice froze, stunned by Bonnie’s words. She thought, “That’s bullshit. Yvette is the one to blame. Why did someone like her have to exist, showing me just how pitiful I am in comparison? 

This is probably what they mean by an unexpected failure. Even if an exceptional person does nothing at all, just standing there will make others jealous. 

Janice covered her ears and screamed frantically, “I don’t want to hear it, Bonnie, you’re such a fool. Stop talking! It’s all Yvette’s fault. You’re my sister, not hers!” 

Ben, processing what Janice had just said, paused in confusion. He thought, ‘She’s insane. Why had I ever gotten involved with her? She deliberately came to cause trouble for her own sister, making a scene in her store. What a madwoman. 

Bonnie stood there, watching Janice stubbornly cling to her delusions. She said in a low and firm voice, “Maybe I’ve never really seen you for who you are.” 

Janice sneered with madness in her eyes. “You’re right. When you were five, I wanted to drown you. Too bad that the hunter saved you. 

“Afterward, I burned down his house while he was out hunting. His pregnant wife died in the fire. He paid the price for his meddling.” 

Janice’s words came out lightly, as though she were proud of them. To her, if that hunter hadn’t interfered, Bonnie would have died long ago, and she would have been her grandmother’s only granddaughter. 

Bonnie stared in disbelief at Janice, her eyes wide with shock as she processed her words. 

She had been too young to remember the fire that had ravaged their village, but now she realized that it was because of Janice that the hunter’s family had suffered. The realization hit her like a slap in the face. 

Bonnie’s lips trembled with rage as she glared at Janice, who was still smiling with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Bonnie’s voice rose in fury. “You… You’re hopeless.” 

Ben, who had never imagined that he had gotten involved with a murderer, turned pale. Fear overtook him, and he instinctively shrank away, not daring to utter a single word. 

Yvette, who had been sitting on the couch, stood up slowly and walked over to Janice with an air of calm indifference. She looked down at her, her eyes cold. She thought, ‘Humans are inherently good, but some people are born evil. 

Yvette crouched down beside Janice. Without warning, she slammed Janice’s head against the ground again and again, exuding an eerie, cold aura. Each strike was like a death sentence, and the room echoed with the sickening sound of Janice’s skull hitting the tiles.