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

Chapter 422

Charles watched Holden's arrogant demeanor, thinking to himself, 'He really doesn't regret anything until the very end.

He'd just seen firsthand how that plump poisonous insect listened so intently to Yvette's words. If that insect could talk, it would probably be fawning over her like there's no tomorrow.

Just then, Andrew and Emmett rushed in from the outer courtyard, having heard the explosions. Emmett took in the mess in the courtyard and the bodies on the ground, frowning until he saw Yvette and Jeremiah standing unharmed, which visibly eased his expression. Emmett stepped forward. "Jeremiah, Yvette, you both made it out. There's a crowd of villagers outside, but they haven't tried to come in. They're just peering in from a distance."

Andrew, scrunching his nose in disgust, wondered, "This rotten smell is enough to knock someone out. You'd think a cesspool had exploded here.'

Andrew said, "Yvette, Mr. Chavez, what's happening here? The smell is unbearable!"

Jeremiah nodded, his expression cold and intense, his voice carrying an icy edge. "Holden built a secret chamber in his home where he uses the bodies of abducted people to breed poisonous insects."

Emmett immediately understood. 'So, there really are people who breed poisonous insects this way. It's revolting and vicious beyond imagination,' he thought to himself.

Andrew, envisioning the whole process of raising poisonous insects this way, felt his breakfast threatening to come back up. "Jeremiah, this guy is the so-called chief of Dungo Village? And he's responsible for all this?"

Holden held his chin up, a dark glint in his eyes, still speaking defiantly. "This is Dungo Village. If anything happens to me, the villagers here won't let you off so easily." Andrew, fed up, kicked Holden. 'This bastard dares to act so arrogantly after committing such heinous acts? He thinks he's the president or something,' he wondered. Just as Andrew was about to kick him again, Emmett pulled him back. "Keep calm. Jeremiah and Yvette are here. They won't let this scum get away."

Andrew backed off but muttered viciously, "Jeremiah, Yvette, make sure this piece of trash gets what he deserves."

Yvette lowered her gaze, and right in front of Holden, she pulled a small ornate box from her pocket. Holden's eyes widened in terror the moment he saw it.

His hand trembled as he reached out. "What are you doing with that box? You... you opened it?"

Holden thought all the poisonous insects had been destroyed in the explosion. He hadn't expected even one to survive. Yvette, expressionless, casually brushed some dust off her sleeve

amidst the smoky courtyard, her

the small poisonous insect, which had just gorged itself on Winnie's flesh. Its previously bulging stomach had now

surprise. He hadn't expected this little insect to have such a

tiny size, Holden knew that with it under his

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markings on the insect's body, and he froze. "This... this is the poisonous insect

stared in disbelief at the floating poisonous insect. This was the legendary poisonous insect king

with an eerie feeling. Pointing at Yvette, he sneered. "You're finished, you bitch! I've crafted the poisonous insect king, and today, you'll all die right here." With that, he pulled

at it for five minutes now. Does

some special ability, likely to control the poisonous insect king. But he wondered why the insect circling was around Yvette. Besides, it even seemed to act shy around her. This

impassive face, though his fingers tightened slightly. Another rival? And this time, it's

reach their breaking point with Holden's incessant flute-playing, Yvette made her move. She looked up at the poisonous insect hovering in midair and said calmly,

wings a couple of quick flutters before abruptly spinning and

"No! Don't come near me! I'm the one who raised you. Kill them, and I'll feed you with all the fresh blood you could ever

king paused midair, its wings quivering furiously. Sweat poured down Holden's face, dripping along his temples. He assumed the insect king understood him and exhaled a shaky sigh of

Andrew all tensed, readying themselves for what might come next. 'What if the insect king

flapped its wings and turned toward Yvette, fixing its gaze on her. Yvette stood there lazily, her eyes narrowed, a cool indifference in her

moment's hesitation, it spun back toward Holden, plunging into his skin within the blink of an eye and following his veins straight to his

in disbelief. "You, you can control the poisonous insect king? How is that possible? What kind of

serene, her delicate features almost radiantly beautiful, her gaze sharp, with a faint air of mischief in her brow. "I don't control it. It just developed intelligence and knows it'll die if it's disobedient." Holden shook his head repeatedly, visibly shaken. "No way, absolutely no way. How could

Yvette's mere presence had sent a swarm of poisonous insects fleeing in terror.

now.