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

Chapter 614 +5 Leilani paled even further until she becalmost ghostly. After a long pause, she finally raised her head but avoided direct contact.

Hurriedly, she tried to explain, "Mr. Becker, I-I didn't mean to. I had no intention of insulting Ms. Becker. Please forgive me. I won't call Ms. Becker an idiot ever again. I swear- Before she could finish her sentence, a silver needle suddenly flew from Yvette's hand directly into Leilani's left leg. She felt a tingling sensation in her leg before it went completely numb.

Leilani stared wide-eyed at her motionless left leg, pounding it desperately but still feeling nothing. "W-What did you do to me? What have you done?" Yvette narrowed her eyes at Leilani, her gorgeous features indifferent and cold. Looking at Leilani on the ground, she slowly uttered, "If I hear the word 'idiot' from you again, I'll make sure you regret it." Cyrus, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but freeze for a moment upon hearing those words.

Leilani glared at Yvette viciously, clutching her numb leg. She sneered, "Fine. You've got guts. Just remember this. I will not let this slide" At that moment, Leilani beccompletely enraged and stopped caring about who was present. She knew Cyrus wouldn't help her anymore after he heard her words, so she chose to unleash her fury, abandoning all sense of reason. Amanda, standing nearby, could only fret anxiously, not daring to intervene. She could only hope that Leilani wouldn't say anything more offensive.

Yvette raised her eyebrows and leisurely walked over to Leilani, her eyes simmering with intense bloodthirst. "Not going to letgo?" She laughed. "Too bad. You won't get that chance." Yvette quickly reached out and grabbed Leilani's soaking-wet neck. The latter looked like a lamb for the slaughter, trapped in Yvette's grip, and her already pale face gradually began to turn purple. With any more force, Leilani's neck would snap.

Amanda was so frightened that she had no idea what to do. She could only kneel before Cyrus and plead, "Mr. Becker, please spare Ms. Markos. She's Mr. Markos' most beloved daughter." Cyrus looked at the scene before him, feeling a headache brewing. But if he spoke up to stop it now, Yvette's anger would be redirected onto himself. Saving Leilani wasn't worth Yvette's ire.

Just as Yvette was about to apply more force to end Leilani's life, Demetrius' voice called out from afar, "Yvette, let her go. Don't dirty your hands." Yvette paused. She turned her head slightly and glanced at Demetrius, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the distance. As their eyes met, her bloodthirst slowly settled down. Then, she let go.

At this moment, Leilani was completely unrecognizable. She fell to the ground as if she had been struck by a huge blow, letring out a crazed scream. Then, her eyes fluttered close, and she fainted.

Cyrus ordered the bodyguards, "Take Leilani to the guest room. He then instructed the private doctor, who was standing nearby, stunned, "You go and check on her, too." Thus, the bodyguards at the presidential palace carried the unconscious Leilani to a guest room while Amanda followed quietly behind them, not laring to look at Yvette even once.

As Leilani was being carried past Demetrius, he stopped his wheelchair and glanced at her with a contemplative look.

It was a long while before he finally recalled her. She had spoke to him twice before, but he had never responded. It was 10:52 Mon, Dec 30 Chapter 614 unacceptable for his fiancée, Leilani, to place the guilt on him and cause Yvette to misunderstand.

00% +5 'How did Leilani get into the presidential palace?' he wondered. It was probably Uncle Cyrus' doing. These days, continuing the family lineage was the only thing on his mind.

After Leilani was taken away, only Yvette, Cyrus, Demetrius, and Dylan remained in the pool area.

Demetrius wheeled himself up to Yvette, looked up at her, and said softly, "Women like her aren't worth your attention. I'll take care of it." Yvette put her hands in her pockets. She nodded slightly, her eyebrows slightly raised as she said, "Suit yourself." Cyrus watched Demetrius and Yvette interacting-so familiar as if they were family-and was left with a discomforting sense of alienation.

His nephew did not have romantic feelings for Yvette, yet he considered her as important as Alice. If Yvette wanted someone dead, Demetrius would be the first to hand over the gun and the one to dispose of the body. 'What on earth does Yvette have going for her?' Cyrus thought. She doesn't have the softness and charm of a woman; she's stubborn and moody, and her hands are stained with blood. How could a woman like this be likable?' Cyrus did not like Yvette at all, mainly because the two people closest to him were more inclined to listen to her. Cyrus looked at Demetrius, who was in his wheelchair, with a serious expression. In a deep voice, he said, "Demetrius, even though Leilani said something she shouldn't have, she doesn't deserve to die."

He continued, "As the eldest daughter of the prominent Markos family, any incident involving her in the presidential palace would be difficult to justify to the public. A light punishment and a stern warning should be enough." Demetrius was not unaware of what had happened; he had rushed to the presidential palace from his company, after all. However, he did not need to know the details. If Yvette wanted Leilani dead, it indicated she had committed an unforgivable crime. Otherwise, Yvette wouldn't lose her temper so easily. If she wanted her gone, Demetrius would do it. Nothing she said or did mattered. Demetrius raised his gaze and glanced at Cyrus. Contemptuously, he said, "Did I say I was going to kill her at the presidential palace?" The moment Cyrus heard Demetrius' words, he realized his nephew still wanted Leilani dead. Whenever it cto anything involving Yvette, Demetrius was entirely unreasonable Cyrus' expression darkened, and with a commanding tone, he said, "Demetrius, do your uncle a favor and spare Leilani's life."

The atmosphere instantly bectense. Dylan, knowing he was just a small fry, quickly lowered his head to minimize his presence. He had no1 ver right to watch the confrontation between the three of them. Yvette looked up and glanced at Cyrus, whose face was cold. She narrowed her eyes a bit before saying casually, "There's no need to kill her; her legs won't function for the rest of her life." The dosage of poison on the silver needle was enough to prevent Leilani from ever standing again. This was the most severe punishment she deserved.

As soon as Yvette said this, Cyrus grimaced further. He thought, The silver needle she had just thrown was poisoned! She would be a terrifying force to reckon with if she were an enemy Cyrus smiled stiffly. It was clear he was insincere when he said, vette has already punished Leilani, so let's leave this be now.