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

Chapter 446

On the ground floor, the sudden bloodbath at the hotel by the Crimson Blades was due to a reliable tip that a Southtoria tycoon, carrying pink diamonds worth 100 million dollars, would be staying at the hotel today.

A man in camouflage clothing stood there, with three scars on his left cheek, looking menacing. There were roughly fifty people on the first floor, and apart from those who went upstairs to clear the building, the rest of the Crimson Blades were gathered downstairs. The burly men surrounded the hostages, while on the other side were several large black bags, filled with valuables and stacks of cash looted from the hostages.

The scar-faced man, Charlie Deja, held a machine gun and sprayed bullets at the captives kneeling on the hotel floor. He watched as one by one; the defenseless people fell to the ground. His laughter echoed through the room, spittle flying everywhere. Just then, Bob Jefferson, another man in camouflage ran over and whispered something in Charlie's ear. Charlie's face turned dark and menacing, and he casually shot a man who tried to escape.

The other hostages were terrified, huddled together with their heads in their hands. Men and women alike were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, helpless and pitiful.

Charlie growled. "Why the hell aren't the people from the fifth floor down yet? Get up there and check it out, don't waste any time."

Bob nodded immediately. "I'll go up right away, Mr. Deja."

Bob yelled to the people behind him, "Come on, let's go up and see if these bastards are slacking off."

He led a dozen men and just pressed the elevator button when a voice, cold and chilling, echoed in their ears. It sent shivers down their spines. "What a lively scene."

Time seemed to freeze as everyone stood still, searching for the source of the voice. They could hear it but couldn't see anyone. Charlie tensed up and immediately raised his gun. "Who's there? Who's messing with us? Show yourself!" Bob quickly returned to Charlie's side from the stairwell. "Mr. Deja, what's going on?"

Charlie spat and slapped Bob. "You ask me? How the hell should I know? Go find whoever it is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice came again, much clearer this time. "Are you looking for me?"

Charlie immédiately looked up. When he saw a woman sitting on the railing of the second floor, he was taken aback. The same went for everyone else; they all stared dumbfounded at the second floor.

Yvette sat on the railing, her long legs dangling and swinging back and forth. Her hands were propped up, and she wore a carefree smile, her eyes exuding a hint of mischief. Her brown, deep eyes were cold and serious, giving off a chilly vibe. Her stunningly beautiful face, though seemingly relaxed and casual, carried an air of supreme confidence.

Yvette's illuminated her face, making her look distant and mysterious, like a

scarred man stared at Yvette; his eyes wide with disbelief. "A fairy? Are you really a fairy?" He quickly snapped back to reality,

"Who are you? Another guest at this hotel? Since you're a beauty, how about you come with me? I promise

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bed too. You'll feel like you've reached heaven if you're with me." His

Mr. Deja! You've snagged a real stunner! You're one lucky

is a real gem!

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looked up, her eyes glinted like icy blades, and a smirk curled at the corner of her lips, cold enough to chill the air around them. With a frosty demeanor, Yvette replied, "Go with you?

aback. "What do you mean, no? Babe, you don't look like you're from around Golden Triangle. Go ask anyone who

you

the shadows. A playful smile danced

some troublemakers hiding in the stairwell. He spotted Yvette perched on the railing, overhearing

and unreadable, yet it shimmered with a soft light as he looked at

stayed silent. Charlie stared at the sudden appearance of Jeremiah. Alarm bells rang in his head. He could handle ten women without breaking a sweat, but a man like Jeremiah, who looked like he had depths that were hard to fathom, made him uneasy. Charlie aimed his gun at Jeremiah, but Jeremiah didn't even glance his way. His eyes were locked on Yvette, filled with a warmth

gaze at each other infuriated Charlie. Just as he was about to say something, Yvette turned her

the corners of her eyes, she said softly "You think you can point a gun at my

to her, felt a smile tug at his lips at her words. In the next moment, before anyone could react, Yvette pulled out a sleek silver gun from her bag

woman to be armed. By the time he tried to

bullet went straight through, hitting a vital spot. Blood gushed out, splattering everywhere,

believe his eyes. He rushed to help Charlie, shouting, "Mr.