Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 598

Chapter 598 

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Emmett and Chris looked at Frankie with an expression as if watching an idiot, despite Frankie still holding onto a sliver of hope. 

Emmett said mercilessly. “Frankie, a person can be dumb, but they can’t be irredeemably stupid.” 

Chris nodded in agreement and said, “The idea of you trying to defeat Yve is the biggest joke I’ve heard in my life–an utterly delusional one.” 

Frankie realized he might have been overthinking things. He braced himself with a look of heroic resignation, ready to meet his doom. 

Moments later, the three stood opposite Yvette, who observed them calmly, her half–lidded eyes still bearing that careless expression. 

She walked leisurely to a nearby tree, plucked a wicker, and returned at her unhurried pace. 

Emmett, Chris, and Frankie froze, confused by her actions. ‘Is Yve planning to whip us with a wicker? Is she going easy on them? How painful could a wicker hit?‘ they wondered. 

Frankie, full of misplaced confidence, tried to butter her up. “Yve, are you really using a wicker? If you’re going easy on us, just say so! You had me all tense for no reason,” he said as he patted his chest. 

After all, with his skills, he was confident that he could handle a couple of strikes from a wicker. 

Emmett and Chris weren’t as optimistic but still felt slightly relieved. Their tense expressions softened. 

Yvette raised the wicker and curled her lips into a smirk, her eyes enigmatic. After a moment of silence, her voice came light and slow. “You don’t think much of this willow wicker, do you?” 

The three shook their heads hurriedly, but it was too late. A second later, they learned that the wicker didn’t just hurt–it inflicted excruciating pain. 

Yvette seemed to exert no effort, casually sweeping the wicker toward them. The trio immediately dodged. Frankie, however, was a step too slow, and the wicker struck his left leg. 

The seemingly inconspicuous wicker hit his leg, and Frankie let out a bloodcurdling scream, startling the birds in the courtyard’s trees. His wail was no act–his left leg went numb from the strike. 

Frankie was stunned. ‘What’s this wicker? A secret weapon? he thought 

Emmett and Chris, having dodged the first blow, were equally shaken by Frankie’s scream. They could tell Yvette wasn’t even using her ancient combat power, this was purely her skillful control of force. 

The wicker was like a blade, wielded with deadly precision. 

Emmett and Chris exchanged glances, fully alert as they focused on the branch in Yvette’s hand. They knew avoiding strikes altogether was impossible–they just hoped to minimize the damage. 

Yvette withdrew the wicker with ease and slightly lifted her eyelids, her delicate eyebrows arching. She glanced at Frankie. who was grimacing in pain, and Emmett and Chris beside him. Her voice was indifferent. “Again.” 

Frankie, ignoring his numbed left leg, immediately stepped behind Emmett and Yvette, intending to use them as a shield. Friends are like clothing–easily replaceable when needed, right he thought. 

Yvette didn’t give them time to respond. The wicker swept out again, seemingly as casually as before, but the trio felt an overwhelming force bearing down on them. 

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This time, Yvette’s spert doubled. Emmett moved swiftly, dodging the strike. Frankie, having learned from his earlier mistake, hid behind Chris. As expected, Chris, slower than Emmett, took the blow on his shoulder and stumbled back two 

steps, 

Frankie, safely behind him, let out a sigh of relief. But before he could celebrate, the wicker came straight for him. Bewildered, he cried inwardly. Wait, what? A sneak attack? 

Before Frankie could react, Yvette appeared right in front of him Her movements were so fast that even Emmett and Chris couldn’t see how she got there. All they knew was that, in the blink of an eye, Yvette was in front of Frankie. 

The wicker in Yvette’s hand seemed to come alive. Frankie froze, and by the time he realized it, he was already bound tightly by the wicker. 

Yvette curled her lips and raised an eyebrow. Her gaze held a hint of disdain as she looked at Frankie. 

“Uh… Yve, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up?” Franke stammered. 

Even Emmett and Chris were stunned. “Is she planning to beat us while we’re tied up? That seems a bit too brutal. Are we next? they thought. 

Yvette’s expression remained indifferent. Her voice was calm and icy. I’ll find you a good spot.” 

Before they could react, she lifted Frankie like a sack and casually threw him. Bound tightly, he ended up hanging from a tree branch. 

Emmett and Chris were utterly bewildered. ‘Hanging from a tree? Isn’t this worse than being beaten? they exclaimed inwardly. 

Frankie was equally dumbfounded. Bound and hanging precariously, he didn’t dare struggle for fear of falling. His expression stiffened, panda–eyed from earlier blows, his legs dangling weakly in the air, feeling absolutely helpless. “Yve, let me down! I’m afraid of heights! I get hypertension up here! Help!” he shricked. 

No matter how much Frankie shouted, Yvette barely glanced at him, her tone unhurried. down here.” 

“You’re too weak. You’re in the way