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

Chapter 412

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At Janice's reaction, her expression stiffened slightly, and she avoided Bonnie's gaze. Awkwardly, she murmured, "Bon, I'm sorry... Holden had me under surveillance. I didn't have a chance to make that call

In truth, Janice did have a chance, but it was a call she was never going to make. Only if Bonnie married Xavian would she receive a generous dowry that would allow her to marry an elderly, wealthy man from the neighboring area. She'd had enough of the hard life in Dungo Village. Marriage was her only escape to a better life.

"Bon, even if I did get a chance to call Yvette, do you honestly think she'd come all this way just to help you escape?" Janice thought Bonnie's studies had made her naive.

They're just friends. Who would risk everything to travel all the way to Dungo Village for Bon? Who would be that foolish? Impossible, Janice thought.

Bonnie was about to speak when a cough escaped her, but she steadied herself, looking resolute as she told Janice, "Janice, if Yvette knew about my situation, she would absolutely come to rescue me."

Fearing that Bonnie's excitement might worsen her condition, Janice quickly replied, "Alright, I understand."

The room fell quiet. Bonnie was already too weak. Her once-round face had grown gaunt over the past few days.

Beside her, Janice looked at Bonnie with a tinge of guilt, though helplessness filled her gaze.

Suppressing the itch in her throat, Bonnie forced herself to comfort Janice. "Janice, I know it's because of me that you're being watched as well. I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

Looking at Bonnie's frail state, Janice's resolve wavered momentarily, but in the next second, she steadied herself.

'Bon is young and doesn't understand Xavian's worth. Once she's married, she'll realize that life with him will be just like any other marriage. It doesn't matter who one ends up with,' Janice wondered. With some effort, Bonnie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper, her voice barely a whisper. "Janice, I have one last request.

"After I get married, call the number on this paper. Just tell him that I'm glad I knew him, and I hope he'll have a wonderful future."

Hearing this, Janice's eyes lit up with delight. "Bon, does that mean you've agreed to marry Xavian?"

Bonnie nodded with a look of unshakable determination. "Yes, I've agreed."

She had mentally prepared herself for the worst. In truth, she had no intention of actually marrying Xavian.

a photo on it. The picture was crumpled as if Bonnie had held

saw the man's face in the photo, her eyes sparkled. What a handsome man,'

he your boyfriend? Is he the one you're

her head and answered softly. "No... he's not my boyfriend. He's... he's just someone I love." Janice hesitated for a moment and wondered, 'Not her

classmate? His clothes look like designer

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bit odd, but she nodded anyway. "His family's from Betrico. I

'Does Bonnie think just because I never went to school, I don't recognize luxury brands! The

your food here. Make sure you eat while it's

have things to take care of, including sewing your wedding dress, so just rest and wait for your big day three days from now. I'll

wedding day, I'll sneak away and call that man. I'll pass along what

"Thank you,

faint smile crossing her face, then walked out the

Bonnie looked at the food on the table, mustered her remaining strength, and walked over. She sat down, her hands trembling as she picked up a fork,

continued eating, tears began to slip from her eyes, falling onto her plate. 'I was such a fool, blindly trusting her words, she thought

back from Seacrity, only for Holden to trap her here and force her

thought, "This is all just Holden and Dr. Hansen's twisted scheme to deceive the villagers... Grandma passed away long ago. Holden

three quick taps on the window. Bonnie froze, listening intently, and then heard another

down her fork, Bonnie tiptoed over to the window, whispering cautiously, "Who...

moment, the window opened, and a face appeared,

in stunned silence, almost afraid the sight might vanish. She rubbed her eyes, wiped away her uncontrollable tears, and asked in

gaunt face. Her voice was calm, almost icy. "Yes, it's me." Realizing it was indeed Yvette, Bonnie quickly glanced around, ensuring they were alone. "Yvette, how did you get here? How did you

gaze unfazed by Bonnie's chaotic

by the