Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Robin became frightened.

He collapsed to the floor and didn’t dare to be arrogant again.

Didn’t Clusia have sharply limited gun regulations? Why did this woman have a pistol?

Robin crawled backward, trembling with fear.

“W–Who the hell are you? Why do you have a gun?” he asked.

Yvette tilted her head and pointed the pistol at Robin’s temple.

As long as she pulled the trigger, Robin would be dead.

Yvette held the pistol, her eyes icy.

“Who are you to judge the woman in Clusia?” she spoke slowly.

Robin broke out in a cold sweat. His hands were trembling with fear.

He wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but his arm was dislocated. He couldn’t even lift it.

“I–I’m telling the truth. This woman approached me first and kept pestering me,” he said.

Hearing this, everyone in the cafe turned to look at the woman in the booth.

The woman was too scared to say anything.

Lucy sneered. She looked at Robin, who was still denying it, feeling extremely disgusted.

She thought, ‘That’s so typical of him! Ybaullans are so good at twisting the facts.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Lucy walked towards Robin in her high heels. “She loves you and wants to go back to Ybaulla with you. But she doesn’t represent all the women in Clusia. Stop judging us!”

Robin was stunned at another stunning woman.

Why did she look so familiar? He didn’t recall where to meet her for a moment.

As soon as Lucy finished speaking, the women in the cafe wanted to applause for her.

“Boss,” Lucy whispered, walking over to Yvette.

Yvette nodded, looking at the defiant Robin.

She thought, ‘Is he still defiant? He needs to learn his good lesson. Okay, I’m going to shoot him until he becomes defiant.

Yvette looked daggers at Robin.

Suddenly, Robin felt a chill down his spine. He didn’t dare to resist and kept dragging himself away from her.

Yvette leaned forward slightly and Robin felt oppressed by the vague sense of impending calamity.

The next second, Yvette shot him in the left leg. Robin cried in pain, blood gushing from the wound.

Lucy saw it clearly because she was the nearest. She was afraid Robin’s left leg was crippled.

Yvette shot Robin in public this time. She was afraid she would be in trouble.

Her personality hadn’t changed at all over the years.

Robin desperately put pressure on the bullet wound in his left leg, but the blood wouldn’t stop.

He was completely terrified this time.

He was like a lamb to the slaughter, completely powerless to resist.

Some customers in the cafe ran aside when they saw Yvette fire the gun. They had never seen such a scene before. They were frozen in place, frightened.

Yvette sat back in her chair and asked the waitress to bring her another strawberry milkshake.

The waitress handed her the freshly made milkshake with trembling fingers.

Yvette took it and stopped the waiter who was about to leave. “Wait,” she said.

The waitress turned pale. She turned around stiffly.

“M–Ma’m, can I help you?” she asked, terrified.

Yvette lowered her eyes and reached into her pockets.

The waitress became even more frightened, wondering if she would pull out another pistol.

A few seconds later, Yvette took out a $100 bill and placed it on the plate.

“Here you are. Don’t forget to give me the change back,” she said seriously.

The customers in the cafe snapped back to reality. They thought, ‘What the hell?

Did she forget she just shot a man? Robin was still lying there, half–dead.

Lucy twitched the corners of her mouth.

Her boss was quite stingy sometimes.

The waitress was on the verge of tears.

“Well, ma’am, it’s on the house. Take your time and enjoy it,” she cautiously said.

“No, thanks. Just give me the change,” Yvette replied, looking at her.

The waitress had no choice but to get the change for her.

Robin groaned in pain on the floor.

While no one was watching, Yvette used a silver needle to seal his acupoints.

Therefore, he wouldn’t die. He would stay conscious while feeling intense pain. He would wish he had never been born.

Yvette sat in the chair and enjoyed her milkshake. The other customers also returned to their seats.

They just watched the two of them. It was eerily quiet.

They didn’t dare to make any noise, afraid of disturbing Yvette.

Meanwhile, the website–manager quickly had the engineers fix the network connection issues.

When the network was working again, the male streamer in the cafe quickly restarted the live stream.

Within three seconds, fifty thousand people flooded in, and the number continued to grow.

[Oh my gosh! Finally, the live stream is on. What’s going on? Where’s Robin?]

[Yeah, where’s that cool lady? Where has she been?]

[Move the camera closer. Can you guys see Robin?]

[Am I seeing things? Is the man lying on the floor Robin?]

[It seems to be him. Why is he covered in blood? What exactly happened? This site is terrible. Where’s the live streamer? Tell us what happened!]

[I’m super curious, too. Who did beat Robin up?]

[It looks like a gunshot. Yes, I am sure.]

[No way. A gunshot? Who would shoot him? Could it be that cool lady?]

[Come on, your imagination is wild. How could it be? A pretty woman needs something for protection. But how could she have a pistol?]

Seeing the comments, the male stream liver aimed the camera at Yvette and Robin.

Yvette’s face was zoomed.

Her flawless face once again drove the viewers into a frenzy.

Yvette lifted her head, her eyes twinkling.

The viewers also saw Robin lying on the floor, half–dead.

They wondered what had happened.

Wasn’t he so arrogant a moment ago? Why did he look like a shit?

The male streamer cleared his throat and continued with a cheery spirit, “Everyone, don’t doubt what you saw. Just a second ago, the gorgeous woman, who was enjoying coffee in her seat, beat up the arrogant Robin and shot his left leg. As you can see, Robin is half–dead now. She was very cool when she beat Robin up. Robin is no match for her at all. She avenged our humiliation! Let’s give Goddess of Clusia a big thumbs–up!”

The next moment, hundreds of thousands of people flooded into the live stream room and bombarded the screen.

[Goddess of Clusia!]

[Goddess of Clusia!]

(Goddess of Clusia!]