Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 637 "Under the guise of researching disease prevention and water purification, Ybaulla actually conducted horrific experiments using live subjects from Clusia, Keprarian, and allied war forces, Yvette said, her green eyes glinting coldly, sharp as shards of ice. Her voice was steady, devoid of emotion, but the chilling words she spoke felt like daggers. "Dissection subjects were kept conscious while their organs were removed without anesthesia. They were left as nothing more than empty shells, their organs turned into specimens." She continued, her tone unwavering, "Clusian women were forced to mate with horses or dogs, infected with bacteria, and then dissected alive after the fetus formed to study its condition. Viruses were mixed into their food, leading to systematic infections." Her voice didn't falter as she went on, "Humans were confined in glass chambers where air was extracted using pumps. The slow vacuum caused them to suffer headaches and blurred vision until their organs burst and their eyes exploded, their tof death meticulously recorded." As Yvette spoke, the expressions of everyone listening grew more unsettled. Savannah and her group looked utterly horrified, their faces pale and contorted in disbelief. A few appeared close to vomiting.

Thiago, however, forced himself to meet Yvette's unyielding gaze and sneered. "So what? This is war. Sacrifices are unavoidable, whether it's Ybaulla or any other country. If Clusia started a war, wouldn't your people conduct similar experiments?" Jeremiah, calm but resolute, turned to Thiago. His posture radiated military pride, tall and unyielding. His steady voice carried authority as he said, "No. My country is kind, strong, brave, and self-reliant. Clusia does not initiate invasions. We value peace over aggression." The conviction in his words stunned Thiago, Savannah, and the others into silence. 'Could there truly be a country that never sought to invade others and genuinely longed for peace?' they wondered.

Yvette's eyes blazed with cold intensity as she added, "Ybaulla's crimes are innumerable. It's laughable to think they can bury the truth of their atrocities." Thiago's defiance was palpable, but Jeremiah's words left him silent, his eyes burning with resentment. Savannah, sensing the tension, kept quiet as well, diminishing her presence. However, she wasn't ready to abandon her schemes; instead, she sat in the back row, silently plotting.

Five minutes later, the atmosphere on the bus was stifling. Moments ago, Savannah and her friends had been lively and chatty, but now their faces were pale, and no one dared speak.

After reprimanding Thiago, Yvette and Jeremiah exchanged brief glances, their disdain for Thiago and his group clear. Thiago squirmed, the spot where Jeremiah had kicked him throbbing in pain. 'Am I overreacting? It was just a kick, he mused.

But his humiliation burned hotter. 'Once I'm back at the spa resort, I'll make him pay for this, then get his girlfriend for myself. I'll ruin him,' he vowed silently. Meanwhile, the other Ybaullans were so frightened that they barely dared to breathe. When the bus arrived at the ski area, Thiago, Savannah, and the rest of their group hesitated to move. None of them dared to be the first to step off, and they just sat there stiffly.

After Yvette disembarked, Sienna approached Yvette, pointing discreetly at Savannah, who lingered in the last row of the bus.

Sienna began, "Yvette, I have a bad feeling about her. The way she's eyeing Jeremiah-it's like a hungry wolf ready to pounce. Everything she said on the bus earlier was a ploy to get his attention." 1/3 10:02 Tue, Dec 31 Chapter 637 86% "I'll dig into her family background," she suggested. If they're tied to the company trying to collaborate with Vibe, I'll make sure they regret it. A company with an heir like her, wanting to work with us? Dream on." Savannah, furious at being pointed out, forced a polite smile as she watched Sienna. Her hands, clenched at her sides, trembled with suppressed rage. Her nails dug so deeply into her palms that they nearly broke the skin.

Yvette, unfazed, didn't even glance back. She paused momentarily, her hands casually tucked in her pockets. Her face betrayed no emotion, her eyes as cold as ever.

Tilting her head slightly toward Sienna, she said, "That's pretty good." Then, without elaborating, she strode into the hotel. Sienna blinked, puzzled.

'What did Yvette mean by that?' she pondered.

Bruce, noticing Sienna's confusion, approached. "What's wrong?" he asked evenly. At this, Sienna repeated Yvette's words.

Bruce chuckled softly as he patted Sienna's head. Balancing her bag in one hand and pushing a suitcase with the other, he explained as they walked, "That means Yvette finds it entertaining. Watching someone dig their own grave can be amusing, don't you think?" The realization hit Sienna, and she laughed, thinking, 'Of course Yvette's just enjoying the show.' Her earlier worries faded as amusement replaced them.

Usually, Jeremiah was the one dealing with love rivals, but this time, it was Yvette's turn. 'This is going to be fun to watch,' Sienna mused.

As they entered the hotel, Sienna glanced back at Savannah, still sitting in the bus. With a smug smirk, she mouthed silently, "You little trash." Then she followed Bruce inside, her mood light Only after Jeremiah and Yvette had gone did Thiago and his group dare to step off the bus. Guilt and fear clung to them like shadows, and they scurried into their rooms like a band of thieves. After sitting in her room for a while, Savannah got up and made her way to Thiago's room. There, she found him shirtless, a doctor bandaging the bruises on his head.

Savannah replayed Jeremiah's cold, commanding demeanor in her mind, contrasting it with Thiago's pitiful grimaces as the doctor tended to his wounds.

The difference between the two men irritated her to no end. 'How could men be so different?' she wondered.

She waited silently as the doctor finished bandaging Thiago's head and packed up his supplies.

Once they were alone, Thiago's face twisted with fury. He spat out, "How dare he lay a hand on me? I'll make him regret arrogant?" This is Ybaulla-how can a Clusian be so 1. it.

"I've already contacted the Steel Serpents," he added. "As soon as they get back to the hotel they'If deal with him want him on his knees, begging for mercy and admitting his worthlessness

Savannah studied him as he ranted. After a moment's thought, she said, "Thiago, no. I've got my eyes on him. Lethandle him first After that, you can do whatever you like with him. And you've had your eye on that girl, haven't you?" She suggested, "Let's stick to the plan. I'll take the guy, and you can focus on charming the girl. That way, we both win. How does that sound?"

Thiago felt a surge of warmth as he imagined Yvette's stunning face and alluring figure. But as Dickly as the spark ignited, This his sour expression returned. 'After what happened today, would she even be interested in me?' he pondered/