Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452 

Rory was taken aback, her expression immediately turning cold as she looked at Yvette with caution. ‘No one in Vorazia knew her true identity except for a few close confidants. How could this Yvette know?‘ she wondered. 

Rory had climbed to where she was today through sheer willpower. If she hadn’t been careful, she would have been devoured in this man–eating Golden Triangle long ago. 

Rory stared at Yvette with a sinister look. “How did you know my identity?” 

Sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, Yvette watched Rory calmly. She curled her toes, still maintaining her indifferent demeanor, her beautiful almond eyes slightly narrowed. “I guessed. Do you believe me?” she replied slowly. 

Rory immediately pulled out a dark pistol from her pocket, aiming it at Yvette. 

She shouted, “Do you think I believe you? Do you take me for a fool? Who sent you here? Best tell me the truth, or I’ll make sure there’s no place for you to hide within ten miles of here.” 

Seeing the enraged Rory Yvette remained unperturbed. She simply curled her lips, her flawless face exuding a casual air. In a blink, Yvette extended her slender, fair fingers, and the next moment, the gun in Rory’s hand was in Yvette’s possession. 

Lucille, kneeling on the ground, was stunned by the sight. So fast, she couldn’t even see how Yvette managed to snatch the 

gun. 

Rory was equally shocked. Just as she was about to call for help, Yvette twirled the gun in her hand and then tossed it onto the sofa without a second glance. 

Rory’s words were abruptly cut off. Yvette had taken her gun but then casually discarded it. ‘What was she planning?” she wondered. 

Rory took two cautious steps back, her eyes fixed on Yvette, filled with confusion. In terms of presence, Rory’s aura had been completely overshadowed by Yvette. 

“You’re here for what exactly? Speak plainly. You dared to come alone to my territory, saying it wasn’t intentional?” Rory demanded. 

Yvette flicked her eyelids, leaning back in a boss–like posture. Despite being on Rory’s turf, it felt like this place belonged solely to Yvette at this moment.. 

Yvette’s eyes were icy, her beautiful features cold and aloof. “I came to your territory? Wasn’t it one of your women who brought me here?” she responded slowly. 

Rory’s gaze immediately fell on Lucille, who trembled upon seeing Rory’s eyes on her. She hurriedly explained, “No. It was me. Boss, I really didn’t mean to. 

“I just thought she was so beautiful and wanted to bring her to you. I didn’t know who she was or why she’s so–so good at fighting.” 

Lucille was also stunned after seeing Yvette’s display. She thought, ‘How could I have known that Yvette was so skilled and daring enough to act so recklessly in front of the boss? If I had known, I wouldn’t have done such a foolish thing.‘ 

Rory glanced at Yvette, then at the gun on the sofa. She felt a bit more relaxed. ‘If Yvette was truly sent by the enemy, I would have acted when she took the gun from me. 

‘Since she didn’t, it suggested she might not be an enemy,‘ Rory thought. Already impressed by Yvette, Rory now had a favorable impression of her and was willing to believe that Yvette wasn’t sent by the enemy. 

‘But how did she know who I am?‘ she wondered. That was still a mystery. To set an example, Rory ordered the guards 

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Chapter 452 

outside to drag Laucille away and feed her to the dogs outside. 

After saying this, Rory stared intently at Yvette, trying to find some trace of fear or a slip–up in her expression. Unfortunately, she was disappointed; Yvette remained as expressionless as ever. This only made Rory more uncertain. 

Lucille, hearing this, collapsed on the ground, frantically begging, “Boss, I’m sorry, I really just wanted to bring Yvette to you. Please let me off this time, I beg you. 

“I’ve served you for so many years, I deserve some credit. I’ve found so many women for you. You– 

She was cut off mid–sentence by Rory. “Shut up, take her away.” 

The guards who entered immediately covered Lucille’s mouth and dragged her out. A few minutes later, a scream echoed, followed by complete silence outside. 

Yvette lifted her gaze, and flicked her eyelids, her slanted eyes both alluring and defiant. She picked up the orange juice a servant had just brought and took a sip, showing no sign of caution. 

Rory was taken aback but quickly regained her composure, sitting down. “You really guessed? Cuessed that I am Ms. Miller?” 

Yvette nodded calmly, a sly smile on her face. “Yeah, you’re quite famous in Voraxia.” 

Rory’s mood improved instantly. Yvette’s words hit a soft spot. As a woman who had risen to her current position in Voraxia through her own efforts, it was partly for money and partly for status and reputation.