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?"

their heads hurriedly, but it was too late. A second later, they learned that

seemed to exert no effort, casually sweeping the wicker toward them. The trio immediately dodged. Frankie, however, was a step too slow, and

courtyard's trees. His wail was no

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

in Yvette's hand.

eyelids, her delicate eyebrows arching. She glanced at Frankie. who was grimacing in pain, and Emmett and Chris beside him. Her voice was indifferent.

to respond. The wicker swept out again, seemingly as casually as before, but the trio felt an overwhelming force bearing

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time, 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 shoulder and stumbled back

celebrate, the

couldn't

by the time he realized

lips and raised an eyebrow. Her gaze held

you doing? Why are

she planning to beat us while we're

calm and icy. I'll find you

casually threw him. Bound tightly, he ended up

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

dumbfounded. Bound and hanging precariously, 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 me down!

much Frankie shouted, Yvette barely glanced at him, her

You're

I so weak that I didn't even qualify