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.

Janice. Her eyes were as sharp as ice, chilling and emotionless. She leaned back against the couch, her profile distant and indifferent, and her expression devoid of

Yvette seemed so untouchable, almost divine as if everyone else were beneath her. Her presence made Janice realize just how insignificant and small she truly was.

I'm talking to you as your family. You always complain about why things are the

still be walking the same path you're on now-using your body to get everything you want through men. You've turned Yvette into some imagined enemy, just to find a way to justify

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She thought, "That's bullshit. Yvette is the one to blame. Why did

by an unexpected failure. Even if an exceptional

Bonnie, you're such

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

in her eyes. "You're right. When you were five, I wanted to drown

house while he was out hunting. His pregnant wife died in the fire. He paid the price for his

as though she were proud of them. To her, if that hunter hadn't interfered, Bonnie would have died long ago, and she would have been

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

lips trembled with rage as she glared at Janice, who was still smiling with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Bonnie's voice rose in fury. "You...

a murderer, turned pale. Fear overtook him, and he instinctively

of calm indifference. She looked down at her, her eyes cold.

again, exuding an eerie, cold aura. Each strike was like a death sentence, and the room echoed with the sickening