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?"

it was too late. A second later, they learned that the

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

Frankie let out a bloodcurdling scream, startling the birds in the courtyard's trees. His wail was no act-his left leg went numb from the strike. Frankie was stunned. 'What's this wicker? A

Yvette wasn't even using her ancient combat power, this was purely her skillful control of force. The wicker

and Chris exchanged glances, fully alert as they focused on the branch in Yvette's hand. They knew avoiding strikes altogether was impossible-they

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

out again, seemingly as casually as before,

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hid behind Chris. As expected, Chris, slower than Emmett, took the blow on his shoulder and stumbled back two

could celebrate, the wicker came straight for him. Bewildered, he cried inwardly.

even Emmett and Chris couldn't see how she got there. All they knew was that, in the blink of an eye, Yvette

come alive. Frankie froze, and by the time he realized it, he was already bound tightly by

her lips and raised an eyebrow. Her gaze held a hint

are you doing? Why are you tying me up?"

"Is she planning to beat us while we're tied up?

expression remained indifferent. Her voice was calm and

and casually threw him. Bound tightly, he ended up hanging from

a tree? Isn't this worse

from earlier blows, his legs dangling weakly in the air, feeling absolutely helpless. "Yve, let me down! I'm afraid of heights! I get hypertension up here! Help!" he

much Frankie shouted, Yvette barely glanced at him,

too weak. You're in the

stopped shouting, his head hanging low. Am I so weak that I didn't even qualify to be Yve's sparring partner?