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

Chapter 375

Upon receiving Winona's text, Layla felt a fresh wave of anxiety. After all, this was her first time participating in a murder. She wasn't the one getting her hands dirty, but being involved in such a scheme as an accomplice was terrifying. However, thoughts of Winona's words and a sideways glance at Yvette's flawless face reignited the jealousy burning within her. A person like Yvette didn't belong in Seacrity.

Layla was supposed to be the city's future socialite, and Yvette's presence was an obstacle. With renewed resolve, she steeled herself.

As Yvette continued playing on her phone, her voice was cold and detached. "This isn't the road to the villa."

Layla tightened her grip on her purse, forcing a confident tone. "Um, it's a shortcut. You haven't been in Seacrity long, so you wouldn't know-this way is faster."

The driver, aware of the deception, felt a twinge of fear. He knew they weren't headed toward any villa. Layla had instructed him to drive to an abandoned factory on the outskirts. He had no idea why Layla was lying to this girl. And he had heard rumors about Layla's dark past-like the time she bullied a girl so relentlessly that the poor girl ended up jumping off a building. Layla's parents had covered it up, but the driver couldn't shake his unease. Taking a risk, the driver muttered, "Ms. Chambers, maybe this road isn't ideal. Perhaps we should take a different route?*

Layla didn't expect this lousy driver to mess up her plans. She glared daggers at him. "What are you saying? Just drive. I say it's a shortcut, so it is. One more word, and I'll dock your pay for the month."

Yvette glanced up, catching the driver's worried gaze through the mirror, his silent signals not lost on her. Calmly, she said, "Keep driving."

With a resigned sigh, the driver pressed on, deeply uneasy about whatever was awaiting them at the factory.

After another fifteen minutes, the black Jeep finally pulled up in front of the abandoned structure.

The deserted factory loomed eerily, surrounded by tall, wild grass, casting shadows that seemed to reach out in the daylight. The decayed building had a sinister air, even making the driver a full-grown man-feel a chill run down his spine. Layla hadn't seen the location before and was taken aback. She hadn't expected Winona to pick a place so creepy, and now she couldn't bring herself to look at Yvette.

The web of lies she'd spun unraveled completely, and the reality of the situation was far from what she'd imagined. Yvette opened the door and stepped out, glancing back at the nervous Layla. Her voice was calm, unhurried. "We're here. Come on out." Layla froze. She thought, 'Isn't Yvette supposed to be scared?' Instead, it seemed as if Yvette had brought her here. Layla felt a surge of bewilderment-who was leading whom here?

guess that Yvette was all too familiar with places like this. She'd been to dozens, if not hundreds, of abandoned sites more terrifying than this one-some even used as dumping

in a daze when Yvette walked straight to the factory entrance. Once Layla snapped out of it, she quickly followed, surprised that Winona chose such a

just a couple of steps

the entrance with her hands in her pockets, looking up

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only the words "Chemical

caught up, she stammered,

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meet you here. If you know what's good for

strolled further into the

how fast she walked, she couldn't catch up to Yvette,

factory revealed itself-a two-story expanse with rusted machinery scattered around, relics of a

roughly fifty burly men clad in

surveyed the group with a smirk and an air of nonchalance about her. Fifty men to her it was almost insulting. She hadn't had a good workout in ages. If these were the best they could muster, she

as she saw the crowd, forgetting all about her

an icy edge glinting in them. She looked at the men with