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

Chapter 436

Ten minutes later, Janice and Ben stood there, rubbing their swollen faces, glancing at each other with nothing but resentment.

Bonnie stood aside, observing the two of them-Janice and Ben-who had been slapping each other moments ago. Her gaze drifted to the silver gun on the table, and she let out a sigh. Just ten minutes ago, after the door was closed, Yvette had done nothing to physically intervene. Janice and Ben, seeing Yvette pull out the gun, were so terrified they lost all composure They had blamed each other until they finally started fighting. Throughout it all, Yvette had simply sat on the couch, not saying a word. And now, here they were, reduced to this pathetic state. Janice had it worse. After all, Ben, being a man, had the advantage in physical strength. Janice had been beaten badly, her screams piercing the air in a tragic, shrill cry. Finally, the two stopped. Ben, with a wounded face, spat on the ground and pointed at Janice, saying to Yvette, "She's the one who started all this and dragged me into this mess.

"I was just fooled by her. If you're angry, take it out on her. I'm innocent in all of this."

Ben trembled as he saw the gun on the table, his fear palpable. He understood that he had crossed a line he should never have crossed.

After years of navigating through society, he knew all too well what it meant when a woman could casually pull out a gun-he had just kicked a hornet's nest.

Janice, lying on the floor, slowly raised her head. Her face was bruised and battered, every inch of her body in pain. Her eyes locked onto Yvette who was sitting calmly on the couch, resembling a demon. Janice's chest rose and fell with every labored breath, her eyes wide with seething anger, tears of hatred pooling in them. "From the moment I laid eyes on you, Yvette, I hated

you.

"Why is even my only sister on your side and all I have left is this old man to help me get what I want? It's not fair! If I were you, I would be a thousand times better than you."

Yvette had beauty granted by heaven and a rich boyfriend like Jeremiah, and everything was handed to her effortlessly. Unlike her, Janice had to struggle and manipulate a man as old as her father to survive. Even Bonnie, for Yvette's sake, would easily cast aside their years of sisterhood, never even allowing Janice to speak ill of

Yvette.

gaze turning piercing as she glanced at Janice. Her eyes were as sharp as ice, chilling and emotionless. She leaned back against the couch, her profile distant and indifferent,

that stung Janice deeply, Yvette seemed so untouchable, almost divine as if everyone else were beneath her. Her presence made Janice realize just

time I'm talking to you as your family. You always complain about why things are the way they are. The truth is, you're not Yvette, and you never

get everything you want through men. You've turned Yvette into some imagined enemy, just to find a

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the one to blame. Why did someone like her have to exist, showing me just how pitiful

failure. Even if an exceptional person does nothing at all, just

ears and screamed frantically, "I don't want to hear it, Bonnie, you're such a fool. Stop talking! It's all

just said, paused in confusion. He thought, 'She's insane. Why had I ever gotten involved with her? She deliberately came to cause trouble for her own sister, making a scene in her store. What a madwoman. Bonnie stood there, watching Janice stubbornly cling to her delusions. She said in a low and firm voice, "Maybe I've never really seen

five, I wanted to drown you. Too bad

His pregnant

Bonnie would have died long ago,

realized that it was because of Janice that the hunter's family had suffered.

with rage as she glared at Janice, who was still smiling with a twisted sense of

gotten involved with a murderer, turned pale. Fear overtook him, and he instinctively shrank away, not daring to utter a single

up slowly and walked over to Janice with an air of calm indifference. She looked down at her, her eyes cold. She thought, 'Humans are

down beside Janice. Without warning, she slammed Janice's head against the ground again and again, exuding an eerie, cold aura. Each strike was like a death sentence, and the room echoed with the sickening