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

Holden on the ground, she gave him a slow, chilling smile. Her refined features appeared mysterious amidst the smoky

flesh. Its previously bulging stomach had now shrunk as it

this little insect to have such a voracious

insect flew out, Holden's eyes lit up. Despite its tiny size, Holden knew that with

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body, and he froze. "This... this is the

insect. This was the legendary poisonous insect king that generations in Dungo Village had attempted to create. Somehow, he

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 a small flute from his coat and, in front of everyone, began to play. One minute passed, then two,

scratched his ear. "Is this guy stupid? He's been at it for five minutes now. Does he really

from smug confidence to frantic desperation. He surmised that this flute must have some special ability, likely to control

his fingers tightened slightly. Another rival? And this

to reach their breaking point with Holden's incessant flute-playing, Yvette made her move. She looked up at the poisonous insect

insect gave its wings a couple of quick flutters before abruptly spinning and darting straight

the one who raised you. Kill

furiously. Sweat poured down Holden's face, dripping along his temples. He assumed the insect

all tensed, readying themselves for what might come

a cool indifference in her gaze,

shivered in midair. Without a moment's hesitation, it spun back toward Holden, plunging into his skin within the blink of an eye and following his

the

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 the poisonous

recall the scene from earlier, where Yvette's mere presence had sent a swarm of poisonous insects fleeing in terror. He gave a slight grimace.

now.