Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Now Kaiden finally understood everything, but it was too late. He never imagined that all his cunning plans were aimed at the instructor’s boyfriend and that the person he had kidnapped was the instructor’s future mother–in–law. ‘No wonder the instructor played two matches for Clusia; everything makes sense now. Braydon truly ruined me. If he had told me the instructor’s boyfriend was Jeremiah, even with a hundred guts, I would never have dared to kidnap Aurora. I wouldn’t have brought this disaster upon myself… From start to finish, I’ve been a colossal joke; I’ve walked myself into a dead end!‘

Kaiden’s eyes darted around; he was unwilling to die like this. He pretended to calm down and quickly pulled out a black pistol from his pocket, pointing the dark muzzle directly at Yvette’s chest. He had said so much just to lower Yvette’s guard, giving him the chance to draw the hidden gun.

He thought his plan was foolproof, but Yvette had already noticed his gaze lingering on her chest; his intentions were clear as day.

A mad glint flickered in Kaiden’s eyes, his hidden murderous intent and resentment bursting forth. While threatening Yvette, he cried in despair, “Instructor, I know you’re going to kill me, and you can do it! But I don’t want to die! I really don’t want to die. Please, let me go, will you? If you spare me, I’ll do anything you want! I beg you! I don’t want to point a gun at you, instructor. Just nod and say you’ll let me go, and I’ll put it away right now.” Kaiden fixed his gaze on Yvette, missing not a single change in her expression.

Yvette sat lazily on the chair Charles brought over, her long legs slightly bent, her face still devoid of expression. She looked at Kaiden, who was putting on a show, and merely smirked. ‘Why do so many people think they can threaten me into giving them what they want? I guess I was too lenient in the past, giving these people such an illusion.‘Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Yvette looked at the trembling Kaiden seriously, smiling slightly as she raised an eyebrow. “Tell me, do you think your gun is faster, or do you think I can kill you faster?”

Charles, standing behind them, showed no signs of nervousness; there was a hint of mockery in his eyes. He thought to himself. ‘What a fool Kaiden is! He’s already witnessed the instructor’s speed in competitions, yet he still dares to threaten her!

Back in the training camp, Charles had witnessed this scene. He would never forget how the instructor dodged bullet after bullet with her own speed and unique steps amidst a hail of gunfire. Now, Kaiden was just a minor player in comparison.

Kaiden felt unwilling to admit defeat. ‘Clearly, the initiative is in my hands; why can the instructor be so confident? I refuse to believe that anyone can outrun a bullet. With the gun in hand, Kaiden felt a surge of confidence. He smirked arrogantly, shedding the meek demeanor he had before, filled with hidden murderous intent and overwhelming hatred. The gun in his hand was his greatest source of confidence, and at this point, Kaiden finally revealed his true nature.

“Instructor, if you really don’t plan to let me go, then we might as well part ways. If I die, I won’t let you off the hook either. The pain of losing a finger has tormented me for years; it’s time for you to pay me back. If you’re willing to spare me, I’ll put the gun away right now.”

Yvette stood up, raised an eyebrow, and looked Kaiden over, then said, “Let you go?”

Kaiden’s heart leaped with joy, but before he could say anything, Yvette’s next words sent him spiraling into despair.

“Dream about it in your next life!”

Kaiden was infuriated by this remark. He immediately cocked the pistol, but within three seconds, Yvette was already standing in front of him, just like in the competitions–blink, and it was done.

Kaiden was once again taken aback by Yvette’s speed, his mouth agape as the gun slipped from his hands. Yvette kicked it effortlessly into her own right hand. The two had swapped positions in an instant.

Kaiden wanted to plead for mercy, but he no longer had that opportunity. The saying that villains die from talking too much was always true. In the midst of Kaiden’s terror, Yvette gently squeezed the trigger, and with a bang, the bullet struck Kaiden’s heart, causing him to fall to the ground.

Kaiden clutched his chest as he collapsed, blood pouring from his mouth, ears, and eyes, his breath growing faint. Desperately, he raised his left hand, pointing toward the light above, as if trying to grab hold of something. The light in his eyes dimmed little by little, his pupils widening as life slipped away.

Yvette walked past him without even glancing down, pushing the door open and leaving.

Charles approached Kaiden, who was now barely hanging on by a thread. He crouched down and whispered in his ear, “Kaiden, your life has been truly pathetic. If you hadn’t used those children back then, the instructor had already agreed to take on another apprentice from Chief Braydon. But no, you dug your own grave.” With that, Charles stood up and walked away.

Kaiden heard those words, gasped for air one final time, but failed to draw breath. He died with his find peace.

eyes wide open, unable to

Outside the hotel, Jeremiah sat in a Jeep. Since Yvette went up, he had been waiting in the car, his eyes sharp and deadly as he stared ahead. His gaze was like a sword, exuding an undeniable sense of danger and murderous intent, dark and unfathomable. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up and spoke sternly, “Is everything settled?”

A voice from the other end replied, “Master, everything is done. Tomorrow, the Ybaullan people will discover that something happened with the Steel Serpents. They won’t have time to bother you.”

Hanging up the phone, Jeremiah’s eyes deepened, his expression dark as night, and the air around him grew even colder, chilling the entire car. ‘My girl kills, and I take care of the aftermath for her. No loose ends for her to worry about.‘

It wasn’t until he saw the familiar figure in a baseball cap step out of the hotel that a smile crept onto his lips. His once icy eyes softened, and a gentle light shimmered in them as his brows lifted in a pleasant arc. He got out of the car to greet her, holding her hand–it was slightly cold, with a faint trace of blood lingering on her. Jeremiah said, “Let’s go home. I made meat balls and your favorite strawberry milkshake.”

Yvette obediently nodded. Looking at Jeremiah, she didn’t seem the least bit surprised by his presence. “Alright, I’m starving.” Jeremiah’s eyes sparkled with affection, and a slight smile played on his lips. “Hmm, let’s go.”

Charles watched the two holding hands up ahead. Shivering in the cold wind, he pulled his coat tighter around himself. ‘It’s freezing out here… and my heart feels even colder.‘

In the car, Yvette received a text from Eagle King. “Boss, we went to the Steel Serpents, but we were a step too late. The Steel Serpents‘ headquarters has already been wiped out, and Larry’s corpse is hanging right in the middle of the main hall. Take a guess who did it?”