Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Rory turned to look at the people she had trafficked and tortured, their humanity stripped away. For the first time, a flicker of regret crossed her face.

Perhaps Yvette was right–one wrong step led to another, and life offered no second chances. If she could go back, she wouldn’t have run off with that man.

She would have stayed with her parents, married someone who truly loved her, and lived a quiet life. Instead, she had ended up a fugitive, dying far from home without even a final farewell to her family.

Rory looked at Yvette, and from her pocket, she pulled out a pistol and aimed it at herself, looking calm. She had gone through a lot over the past ten years and it drained her.

She called out at Yvette, “Remember my name–my real name. I am Rory Miller. She didn’t want to leave this world without a single soul knowing who she truly was.

With a faint smile, she pulled the trigger. The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and Rory collapsed to the ground, her wide–open eyes staring at the sky.

The sky was a brilliant blue, just like it had been on the day she left home all those years ago, but now, there was no going back.

Rory’s eyes fluttered shut as her life ended in Voraxia, the place that had destroyed her utterly.

Samantha let out a soft sigh as she gazed at Rory’s body. “Madly in love, and yet she paid the steepest price for it. She’s a pitiful person, but also a hateful one.”

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crowd. A young girl, dressed in tattered clothes, burst forward with a dagger in her hand. Without hesitation, she lunged at Rory’s body.

The blade descended again and again until Rory’s corpse was an unrecognizable mess of blood. Only then did the girl release her grip on the dagger and collapse to the ground, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.

Her brutal act stunned everyone except Yvette and her people. Yvette looked at the girl, who looked around fifteen. Although her face still bore traces of innocence, the scars scattered across her small frame told a story of unimaginable suffering.

The girl stood with the bloodied dagger in hand and walked over to Yvette. She knelt before lifting her gaze. Her young eyes brimmed with determination. “Thank you for saving me.”

Yvette raised her eyebrows, her expression remaining calm and indifferent. Her cold gaze settled on the girl’s resolute face. “No need,” she replied nonchalantly.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

The girl wiped the blood off her face and stood up. “Your name is Yvette, right? I’ll remember it. One day, I’ll repay you.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away.

In the glow of the setting sun, the small figure seemed to carry immense energy.

Yvette watched the girl’s retreating. For a fleeting moment, it was as though she was looking at her younger self.

Jeremiah stepped forward, his tone thoughtful. “That girl is brave and decisive. She’s going to achieve great things in the future.”

To accomplish great things requires neither age nor trivial concerns. At such a young age, she had acted with precision and ferocity. What was even more remarkable was her sense of gratitude.

Yvette tilted her head slightly, her delicate brows carrying a hint of nonchalance. “The girl is pretty cool.”

Emmett, Samantha, Charles and the Eagle King all nodded in agreement. The girl’s composure and intelligence were indeed extraordinary for someone her age.

Yvette turned away, her gaze falling on the corpse on the ground and the trembling men and women huddled nearby. Her eyes darkened as she spoke softly, “Let’s go.”

Jeremiah gently squeezed her hand. “Sure. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

As they prepared to leave, one of the trembling captives stepped forward. “Wait! Could you… Could you take us with you? We’ve got nowhere to go after being trafficked here. We don’t know this place. Please help us out and take us away from here.”

“Yes, please! You look like good people and wealthy ones too. Surely you’ll help us.”

“We were tricked into coming here to work. If it’s possible, could you help us find jobs? It shouldn’t be hard for someone like you, right?”

“Please, young masters and ladies!”

“We’ll die soon if you leave us here.”

Samantha was speechless upon hearing this. She thought, ‘After all the effort we have put into rescuing these people, now we are expected to provide food, shelter, and jobs, huh? These people certainly know how to play the guilt card

Eagle King sneered at their words. He wasn’t surprised at all that some people were beyond pity. After years of being a killer, he had seen all kinds of people, including those who acted politely but stabbed you in the back when you weren’t noticing.

Charles, too, shared the sentiment. He thought that greed was the most treacherous thing. If they truly helped these people, all they would get in return was resentment. Those people would never be satisfied.

Yvette’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her voice cold and without a trace of emotion. “Go die then.”

She turned and got into the car, with Jeremiah following closely behind. Emmett and the others quickly followed suit, climbing into the car as well.

Seeing that Yvette was truly going to ignore them, the group of people immediately turned hostile.

“You’re so cruel. If you were going to do this, you should’ve just left us to die!”

“Yeah. You gave us hope, then left us like this. You’re not genuine at all.”

“Exactly. You and Rory are the same people.”

The crowd continued to hurl accusations, shouting louder than the last.

Inside the car, Yvette rested her chin in her hand, barely sparing them a glance. Jeremiah pulled out his gun and, with a swift motion, fired a shot into the air.

The sharp gunshot echoed, causing the crowd to fall silent.

Emmett revved the engine, and the car sped away, leaving the remote village behind.

Jeremiah holstered his gun, lifting his chin with a raised eyebrow. “What do you want to eat for dinner?”

Emmett couldn’t help but twitch his mouth in disbelief. He thought, ‘Come on, after what happened in the village, Jeremiah is still thinking about what Yvette might want to eat.‘

Yvette casually played with Jeremiah’s long fingers, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before responding. “I want to eat you.”

Emmett’s hands trembled slightly, almost losing control of the steering wheel, narrowly missing the large tree at the side of the road. Thankfully, he regained control just in time. As he settled his nerves, he saw Jeremiah’s sharp gaze in the rearview mirror.

Emmett panicked, thinking, ‘Oh no… Is Jeremiah seriously going to make me jump out of the car now? I really didn’t want to hear it, but with the way things were going, I couldn’t pretend not to

Emmett forced a smile.

Jeremiah withdrew his gaze and gently pinched Yvette’s face, his eyes intense and his breath warm against her ear, making her shiver. “When we get back, I’ll let you. You can eat as much as you want. I don’t mind if you keep eating me.

Yvette shifted slightly, the tips of her ears faintly pink, but her composure was rock solid–she wasn’t going to admit defeat.

With a calm smile, Yvette replied, “I won’t take responsibility if I break you.”

The next second, Emmett jerked the steering wheel again, almost losing control once more, but he managed to save it and muttered, “I swear I’m not doing this on purpose, Jeremiah.” He thought it was Jeremiah to blame.

Hearing that, Jeremiah laughed softly.