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

Chapter 534

Braydon's haughty eyes seemed unfocused, filled with dark memories. After a moment lost in thought, he returned to the present, the past tugging at him. He fought to maintain his composure, lifting his gaze to Yvette, the corners of his eyes stained red. In a low, somber tone, Braydon said, "Saving me is just convenient? You want me to forget everything as soon as I escape the cage?"

Yvette looked at Braydon with a slight frown, her icy gaze piercing through him. Her voice was bone-chilling. "Braydon. I detest complications."

Those words struck Braydon like a dagger, piercing deep into his heart. He questioned loudly, "After all these years, Yvette, have I just been a nuisance to you? Is there no chance for redemption after that mistake I made?"

A glint of lethal intent flashed in Yvette's eyes, resolute and unfeeling. "Braydon, draw your weapon. I offer you a chance to Wager your life."

The game was simple. Each person takes turns with a revolver loaded with one or more bullets. They spin the cylinder, it, and point the gun at their own head.

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The one shot retreats, while the one who hesitates loses. Only one emerges victorious, likely at the cost of life. Braydon's eyes darkened with disbelief as he watched Yvette pull out a silver firearm-from her coat. He recognized it well- the modified weapon she crafted herself, with range and lethality over tenfold that of an ordinary gun.

Braydon wondered, 'Has Yvette grown to despise me so much that she wants to rid herself of me through this deadly game? Am I truly just a wretched joke?

Yvette's demeanor remained unfazed, as if discussing lunch rather than a game of life and death.

coldly. "Very well, Yvette. I'll wager with you if

opposite, guns in hand. He fixed his gaze sharply on Yvette's weapon. his lips

gun and pointing it at her chest. Braydon's pupils constricted at

he interjected,

a frown, Yvette fixed her icy gaze

heart, remaining silent as heavy stillness enveloped him, murderous intent gleaming in his somber eyes. Yvette observed him from a distance, a

Braydon realized he had irrevocably lost her today. Despite his rise to power, escaping his grandfather and putting in effort, it was all in vain; he had never truly been in her heart or eyes. His finger flinched, ready to pull the trigger, but at the last moment, he relinquishedthe

her expression unchanged. Raising her brows delicately. she said softly, "Since you've made

off in her Maserati le staggered a few steps, as if his feet were nailed to the ground, feeling like a withered tree. His complexion was ashen, the pallor of death evident, vitality sectningly drained from him. 1/2

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years. The second w today: he once believed Yvette would return after sulking for a few years,

way? Did she bet her life to rid herself of my nuisance? Maybe my existence has been a mistake since I drew breath. Inside the car, Yvette gripped the steering wheel tightly as she answered Jeremiah's call. "Where are

hesitated slightly, then replied, "On the highway, heading back to the villa. Is

in Mysonna; would you like to join?" Jeremiah casually asked, knowing well

Yvette answered slowly. Jeremiah was surprised by her

ranted into her phone. She was the only one at home since everyone else had gone out. From her

on earth is going on with the Xander Group? Didn't they assure us the new season's garments would be delivered