Masked In Nobility Secrets Of Mrs.Chavez101-200

Novel Catalog

Chapter_194

Carson’s words seemed to linger in the air, but Braydon’s response was colder than the steel walls surrounding them. Carson had made his point clear—Charles wasn’t worth the trouble. The No.7 Toxin would kill him slowly, and no one, not even Yvette, could save him. But Braydon was not easily swayed. There was a deeper reason for his obsession with Charles’ fate, one that Carson might not fully grasp yet.

When Carson bent lower, his voice laced with respect, Braydon’s eyes remained fixed on him, but a sinister glint danced in his gaze. “Back then, Yvette chose Charles over you. Do you still resent her for that?”

The room seemed to freeze for a moment, and Carson’s stomach churned. He couldn’t afford to cross Braydon, not now, not ever. He dropped to his knees, the thud of his knees against the floor loud enough to echo in the cold room. “Chief Braydon, I would never dare harbor any discontent against Ms. Zeller. May lightning strike me if I do.” His voice trembled slightly as he swore his loyalty.

For a long moment, Braydon stared at him, the room thick with tension. Carson could feel the weight of Braydon’s unblinking gaze, and it made his skin crawl. Braydon’s obsession with Yvette was well known, but Carson had seen its darker side before. A servant once made the mistake of speaking ill of Yvette, and Braydon had responded with a brutal punishment, one that left everyone in the room silently shaken. Carson had never forgotten it—the way Braydon had smiled as he watched the gruesome scene unfold.

Finally, Braydon broke the silence, his voice low and dangerous. “Get up.” It wasn’t an invitation; it was an order, one Carson obeyed without hesitation, feeling a cold sweat prick at the back of his neck.

As Carson straightened, his mind raced. He knew the rules—Yvette was off-limits, and if he ever crossed her in Braydon’s eyes, his life would be forfeit. There was no room for disloyalty, no room for failure. Braydon’s obsession with her was something more than mere affection—it was a consuming force, one that Carson had learned to navigate with caution.

Braydon seemed to think for a moment before crushing out his cigar with a soft click. His expression darkened even further. “Fiona was found out and kicked out of the lab,” he said, his voice deceptively calm.

Carson froze for a moment. Fiona? The very same Fiona he had personally recommended to Braydon? She had been doing well, working her way up as a Level 2 Pharmacist. How could she have been kicked out? It didn’t make sense. “Chief Braydon,” Carson asked, “Does this have something to do with the No.7 Toxin injected into Charles?”

Braydon’s chuckle was cold and dismissive. “She’s useless. It’s just a No.7 Toxin. After being in the lab for so long, she’s still not qualified to handle the core projects there. Keeping her around is pointless.”

Carson swallowed the knot that formed in his throat. Fiona’s failure was a reflection of his own choices, but at least Braydon wasn’t fully discarding her. There was still hope for her if she could prove herself in the International Medical Experiment Competition.

“Tomorrow, arrange for her to join the pharmaceutical company to improve herself,” Braydon continued, his voice darkening. “If she can secure a top-three spot next year, she might earn the chance to become Miracle Doctor’s apprentice.”

Carson nodded, still processing Braydon’s words. The focus wasn’t on Fiona anymore—it was on something far greater. Miracle Doctor. That was the real prize. And Carson knew that if Fiona could win favor there, she would rise above all the politics of Mysonna’s medical underworld.

“Understood, Chief Braydon. I’ll make sure Fiona doesn’t disappoint you,” Carson said, his voice firm.

Braydon remained silent for a long moment, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. “Carson,” he finally said, his voice quieter now, almost contemplative. “Why do you think Yvette is so defiant? Can’t she stay by my side quietly?”

Carson’s heart skipped a beat. This was a dangerous question, one that could lead to a dangerous path if he wasn’t careful. But he knew better than to withhold his thoughts from Braydon. “Chief Braydon,” he began carefully, “Ms. Zeller isn’t the kind of woman who just stays home. She’s too strong for that. If you want to keep her by your side, you’d have to clip her wings and crush her spirit to make her stay, otherwise…” He trailed off, not daring to finish the thought aloud.

Braydon’s expression darkened, but there was no anger—just a brooding intensity. Carson felt the shift in the air and wisely took his leave, knowing when to exit the conversation before things went south.

Meanwhile, Yvette’s entrance into Jeremiah’s villa was far less intense. The four of them were playing cards, but none of them had noticed her arrival. The air was light, filled with the casual chatter of the game, until Yvette stepped in and everyone’s demeanor shifted.

Frankie, who had been grinning from ear to ear, quickly scrambled to gather the cards. He looked every bit the guilty child caught in a game of chance instead of doing something productive. Yvette didn’t speak as she walked past him, her expression neutral. Her eyes held no particular warmth, but there was a quiet authority in her gaze that immediately commanded attention.

As she made her way to the couch, Frankie, in a swift and natural movement, quickly grabbed a glass of water and handed it to her with both hands, almost in a flattering gesture. His smoothness didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

Sienna watched the exchange, her eyes narrowing slightly. Why haven’t I figured out how to flatter Ms. Zeller like Frankie does? she thought to herself. The way he handled the situation was flawless—both respectful and natural. It was a skill Sienna clearly needed to learn.

Yvette, however, remained quiet, taking the water from Frankie without a word. Her gaze flicked over the group, observing the tension between Frankie and Sienna. Frankie and Sienna exchanged a brief glance, both clearly defeated by Bruce’s royal flush. Their shoulders slumped as they watched Bruce sweep the pile of chips toward him. Neither Frankie nor Sienna seemed to have much to say in the face of their loss.

The atmosphere lightened slightly, but Yvette didn’t engage with them immediately. She simply sat back, content to watch the dynamic between the group. In this house, there was always a sense of games and alliances, but Yvette knew how to keep everyone in check. Even if they didn’t realize it, she was the one truly in control.

Next Chapter