Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Yvette was now the esteemed eldest daughter of the Chambers family, the one everyone wanted to be around. Winona was just leaning on the Carter family’s support, but that didn’t mean she felt any sense of security. Winona wasn’t foolish either: she knew this was not the time to pick a fight with Yvette.

After a brief pause, she shifted her tone, trying to sound friendly again. What could she possibly say to Yvette? All she could do was swallow her pride and turn to Yulia, saying, “Mom, let’s get out of here.”

Yulia was just as eager to leave and quickly agreed, “Alright, let’s go!”

They wanted to downplay the situation and escape the clothing store without Yvette noticing. Their attempt to leave in such a hurry left everyone watching feeling completely embarrassed. Who could have imagined that Winona, who just moments ago was demanding others kneel to apologize, would now be boling for the door? Talk about a dramatic turnaround!

The onlookers quickly realized that the beautiful girls who had just walked in were no ordinary folks.

Yulia and Winona exchanged glances, wordlessly agreeing to leave together.

Winona, who had just claimed her stomach hurt, was now sprinting for the exit. Yulia struggled to keep up with her.

Just as they were about to push the door open, a soft but unsettling laugh echoed behind them. It sent chills down their spines, and they instinctively pushed the door harder. Suddenly-bang! A bullet whizzed past Winona’s ear and lodged itself in the wall, grazing a strand of her hair.

Winona stood frozen, horrified, and unable to move. Her face turned pale, her fingers clenched tightly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

staring at Yvette, who was casually holding a sleek black

earth does Yvette have a gun? Who is she,

the next instant, the entire clothing store erupted into screams, but

were all wealthy ladies-none of them had ever

in shock as Yvette pulled

collapsed to the ground,

known that the girl trying on clothes just moments ago

voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced the chaos around her. The stare fell eerily quiet, and everyone held their breath in

in Yvette’s cool, confident aura. She thought, ‘Oh my God, Yvette looks so bada***! What

lounged back, propping her chin on her hand, her cold white fingers idly spinning

shoppers froze for a moment, processing her command before scrambling to flee the store. The pointy-faced salesgirl braced herself, wanting to slip away. But when Yvette shot her an indifferent glance, her heart sank. There was no warmth in Yvette’s eyes, making the salesgirl

everyone else flee, the only other person left was the pointy-faced salesgirl, who was now sitting on

bold enough to pull one out in public. Was she crazy? Yvette began to play with the gun, her dark eyebrows slightly furrowing as an air of lension filled the room. Her deep, intense gaze sent waves of panic through everyone present. “Who called for this?” she asked, her voice low, Bonnie hesitated for a moment, then pointed at Winona, who was clutching her stomach. “Yvette, she did it,” she said, glancing over

stained the clothes in their store, but I was super careful when I tried them on. The pointy-faced girl, finally snapping back to reality, started to panic. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was