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

Secrets Of MrS 598

Chapter 598

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Emmett and Chris looked at Frankie with an expression as if watching an idiot, despite Frankie still holding onto a sliver of hope.

Emmett said mercilessly. "Frankie, a person can be dumb, but they can't be irredeemably stupid."

Chris nodded in agreement and said, "The idea of you trying to defeat Yve is the biggest joke I've heard in my life-an utterly delusional one."

Frankie realized he might have been overthinking things. He braced himself with a look of heroic resignation, ready to meet his doom.

Moments later, the three stood opposite Yvette, who observed them calmly, her half-lidded eyes still bearing that careless expression.

She walked leisurely to a nearby tree, plucked a wicker, and returned at her unhurried pace.

Emmett, Chris, and Frankie froze, confused by her actions. 'Is Yve planning to whip us with a wicker? Is she going easy on them? How painful could a wicker hit?' they wondered.

Frankie, full of misplaced confidence, tried to butter her up. "Yve, are you really using a wicker? If you're going easy on us, just say so! You had me all tense for no reason," he said as he patted his chest. After all, with his skills, he was confident that he could handle a couple of strikes from a wicker.

Emmett and Chris weren't as optimistic but still felt slightly relieved. Their tense expressions softened.

Yvette raised the wicker and curled her lips into a smirk, her eyes enigmatic. After a moment of silence, her voice came light and slow. "You don't think much of this willow wicker, do you?"

A second later, they learned that the wicker

them. The trio immediately dodged. Frankie, however, was a step too slow, and the wicker struck his

His wail was no act-his left leg went numb from the strike. Frankie was stunned.

were equally shaken by Frankie's scream. They could tell Yvette wasn't even using her ancient combat power, this was purely

on the branch in Yvette's hand. They

and slightly lifted her eyelids, her delicate eyebrows arching. She glanced at Frankie. who was grimacing in pain, and Emmett and Chris beside him. Her voice was indifferent. "Again." Frankie, ignoring his numbed left leg, immediately stepped behind Emmett and Yvette, intending to use them as a shield. Friends are like clothing-easily replaceable when needed, right

give them time to respond. The wicker swept out again, seemingly as casually as before, but the

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Yvette's spert doubled. Emmett moved swiftly, dodging the strike. Frankie, having learned from his earlier mistake, hid behind Chris. As expected, Chris, slower than Emmett, took the blow on his

could celebrate, the wicker came straight

Emmett and Chris couldn't see how she got

to come alive. Frankie froze, and by

curled her lips and raised an eyebrow. Her gaze

Yve, what are you doing? Why are you tying

Emmett and Chris were stunned. "Is she planning to beat us while we're tied

voice was calm and icy.

could react, she lifted Frankie like a sack and casually threw him. Bound tightly, he ended up hanging

'Hanging from a tree? Isn't this worse than being beaten? they exclaimed

he didn't dare struggle for fear of falling. His expression stiffened, panda-eyed from earlier blows, his legs dangling weakly in the air, feeling absolutely helpless. "Yve, let

much Frankie shouted, Yvette barely

You're in the

I so weak that I didn't