Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
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Chapter 659

Callum was not sure if Yvette would respond to his question. If he did not take the bait, he could do nothing. Still, the meeting was in five days, and he needed to prepare a backup plan regardless, Yvette looked up slightly, her beautiful green eyes were half-narrowed, making her gaze unreadable. Her expression was undifferent and frivolous.

She tilted her head, raising her perfectly arched eyebrow. Oh, not interested, she said.

Callum was at a loss for words. Why does Yvette never play by the rules? he wondered.

Since Yvette had made her stance clear, what else could Callum do? He exchanged a glance with Sage, silently signaling him.

Sage was silent for a while before asking. "Ms. Zeller, while this event may not pique your interest, would you consider stepping on stage for a quick demonstration?"

"It's just for the people in our faction to witness your skills firsthand," Sage spoke sincerely. His expression was genuine, and his tone was relaxed, with no pressure at all

Yvette crossed her legs and showed no visible reaction. She turned to glance at Sage. Her lips curved into a smile for a split second before nodding.

Sure. But I'm a very lazy person. And well, I happen to love money the most," she said.

Wette stopped her words there. There was no need for further explanation. Both Callum and Sage understood what she meant. Their expressions faltered. Was Yvette obsessed with money? Frankie stared at Yvette, who said she liked money in such a serious way. His eyes twitched a little.

Since when did Yvette care about money? She prefers making others hand it over, Frankie thought, already picturing two soon-to-be victims walking right into her trap.

After a moment, Callum managed an awkward smile, and Sage looked equally uncomfortable.

"All right. Ms. Zeller has a point. So, let's do this-three rounds of competition, with 660 thousand dollars on the line for each match. Does this work for you, Ms. Zeller?" Callum said.. Yvette inclined her head slightly, shadows falling over her green eyes. "That works," she said in a low, deep voice.

Seeing the deal was set, Callum and Sage quickly signaled to the man leading the event on stage. Catching their signal, the man straightened up and muttered something under his breath

With all eyes on him, the man hurled a dagger. It landed just officenter, barely missing the bullseye. Without pause, he threw another, which landed on the left, missing by less than an inch. A round of applause and cheers erupted from the crowd.

The man on stage removed the black blindfold, his face beaming with smugness. He stared at Yvette defiantly, his eyes full of provocation.

In the front row, Yvette stood up. Her all-black outfit amplified her cold demeanor. Her striking beauty captured everyone's attention as she walked toward the stage.

The man unconsciously took a step back. Realizing his reaction, he turned flustered and annoyed but did not dare speak up. He sullenly stepped aside to make way for Yvette. Immediately, someone handed her a new black blindfold Yvette took her time tying the black blindfold over her eyes. Seeing this, the two men holding the target immediately

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quickened their pace, moving much faster than before.

Offstage, Callum and Sage watched Yvette intently, their eyes na owing as they noticed her relaxed, indifferent demeanor.

Yvette stood on stage. She made a mischievous smirk, tugging at the corners of her mouth, hidden by the black blindfold.

In the next second, a dagger flew from Yvette's hand, hitting the bullseye dead center. Before the stunned audience could react, another dagger followed-knocking the first aside and embedding itself deeply in the bullseye.

As the audience was frozen in shock, Yvette, still blindfolded, cabally grabbed two more daggers from the tray. She threw both simultaneously. Instead of hitting the target, the daggers Linded precisely at the feet of the two men moving the targets A wave of gasps rose from the audience. Frankie sat in his chair with a look.

smug

These people are so clueless. Trying to test Yvette's skills with this stunt? Laughable. It's like ants trying to challenge an elephant, completely overestimating themselves and bound to it, he thought Yvette removed the black blindfold and tossed it on the floor. She glanced at Callum and Sage below.

In the silence, Callum turned his head slightly, his gaze unreadable as he glanced at Sage.

Sage stood up with excitement in his eyes as he clapped. He said, "Ms. Zeller, you have impressive skills! I declare you the winner of this round.

Callum pulled out a check worth 660 thousand dollars he had just signed and placed it on Frankie's table. Frankie took it without hesitation. After all, why refuse Ybaullan money?

Yvette stayed on the stage, showing no intention of stepping down. She arched her perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her voice was as cold as ever, devoid of warmth. A sinister red gleam flickered in her eyes. "What's the next round? Let's start now," she urged.

Seeing this, Sage did not waste any time. He signaled to Sean and whispered. "Your turn. Go."

Sean leaned down slightly before walking onto the stage. He said "Hey, Ms. Zeller, let's test our shooting skills this round. Whoever pierces the most wooden boards will win. My personal record is 17.7 inches. Yvette's expression remained unchanged at the record. She casually bent her knees, raised an eyebrow, and her dark, green eyes narrowed slightly.

17.7 inches? That's what passes for a record these days? she wondered.

Sean's pride was evident as he mentioned his personal record, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. After all, this skill secured his position as Callum and Sage's right-hand man. He was confident Yvette couldn't beat him. After his proclamation, Sean grabbed a handgun from the tray. While he spoke, several thick wooden boards were set up opposite him."

Sean pretended to be relaxed as he fired, though he put all his strength into his grip. The bullet flew straight, piercing the wooden boards.

Sean looked at the pierced boards, feeling quite pleased with himself.

A lackey stepped forward to count, then announced to the audience, "Twenty wooden boards, 18.1 inches. A new record!"

Another round of applause erupted from the audience. Callum and Sage exchanged satisfied glances with Sean. This result was quite good.

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Sean gave a slight nod toward Yvette and

Id, "Ms. Zeller, it's your turn.

Yvette picked up the handgun from the tray, weighed it in her hand, and smiled slightly.

"M2000 handgun? Designed in 1991 as a successor to the M1911A, the M2000 has a unique barrel-revolving locking mechanisin, where the barrel and slide lock together, Yvette thought.

They move backward as one unit, reducing recoil and improving shooting accuracy, similar to the American M16 rifle's design, she recalled.

The handgun is 7.5 inches long, weighs 1.8 pounds when unloaded, has a range of 55 yards, and has a 15-round magazine capacity. It's a decent handgun. He's quite knowledgeable, Yvette mused.

Yvette picked up the M2000 handgun, her eyes downcast, her expression calm, and her gaze cold. She gently pulled the trigger, sending a bullet at high speed, piercing all the wooden boards. The bullet cut through dozens of wooden boards in one shot.

Earlier. Sean had pierced only twenty layers. Now, without checking, it was clear that Yvette's bullet had pierced more than double that amount.

The entire room fell silent again. Everyone was stunned by Yvette's impressive skill and stood up to look at the stage.

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