Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Chapter 212 Eric grew increasingly frustrated. He glared at Yvette and asked Who the hell are you? You're not even wearing a uniform. You're not a cop, are you?" Yvette, with her legs casually draped over the table, opened her eyes. There was no warmth in them, just a cold, sinister glint in the corners. She said slowly, "Didn't the person who hired you to kill tell you that Zachary has another daughter?" Without thinking, Eric blurted out, "No."

Seeing this, Andrew clapped his hands and cheered. He had been there throughout the morning's interrogation, but Eric had been stubborn and refused to admit anything. Finally, it seemed that he couldn't hold any longer. "Yvette is incredible.. How did she only spend half an hour getting Eric to talk?" Standing beside him, Zane studied the monitor intently, saying, "It's psychological tactics. We were too focused on getting answers. We interrogated him over and over again, but we didn't realize that we were the ones in the weaker position. From the moment Ms. Zeller walked into the room, she made Eric aware she was different. She didn't waste a single minute. By spending half an hour just observing him, she slowly chipped away at his psychological defenses. Therefore, when she spoke to him for the first time, his mind was already in a very fragile state." Jeremiah raised his head, casually glancing at Zane. "Have you done any research on such tactics?"

Zane was overjoyed when he heard Jeremiah's words, and Wyatt also showed some excitement. It seemed that Jeremiah was impressed by Zane.

Zane respectfully responded, "I haven't studied it, but a few years ago, I worked on a case with a psychological consultant hired by the police station. I just know a little about it." Jeremiah nodded, not saying more, his gaze focused on Yvette in the surveillance.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, Yvette's smile deepened, and her eyes grew darker. Her serious look and powerful aura forced Eric to shrink back in his seat.

Under Yvette's gaze, Eric panicked as he realized that he had let something slip. Flushed with shame and anger, he slammed his hand down on the table, raising his voice. "Stop trying to fool me. No one hired me. I've said a hundred times that I was just tired from overworking. What are you? You're not even a cop. Why are you here interrogating me? Is this even legal? I want a lawyer, and before that, I have the right to remain silent. I won't say another word from now on."

If it had been anyone else, he might have been helpless when he heard Eric's words. However, Yvette was different. She slowly stood from her chair and put her hands in her pockets. Then she moved lazily as she walked over to Eric, stopping just across the table from him.

nim.

Yvette tapped on the table with her fingers, her smile wicked. Eric didn't know why, but an intense sense of unease overwhelmed him.

Sure enough, the next second, without a word, Yvette yanked him up from the chair. She effortlessly lifted him off the ground with one hand. Eric was stunned, and then he felt a choking sensation.

Yvette tightened her grip on him slowly. Eric struggled desperately, his face turning purple. As he fought, he caught a glimpse of her eyes, feeling bloodthirsty energy rushed toward him. She looked like a demon from hell, her gaze cold, deep, and merciless. For a moment, Eric felt like nothing more than an ant in front of her. Eric had been so bold because he knew they were in the police station and no one would dare to lay a hand on him. There was no evidence that he caused the accident on purpose.

However, the situation now was far beyond what he expected. He felt that he couldn't breathe, and his consciousness was fading. He just couldn't escape the grip tightening around his neck. 08:18

Chapter 212

Eric didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy. He was truly terrified when he realized that Yvette really wanted him dead.

The scene in the interrogation room was visible to everyone in the other room, and their expressions varied.

Andrew wore an excited and admiring expression. "As expected, Yvette is quite tough."

Wyatt's heart raced, feeling a little unwell at the sight, but when he glanced at Jeremiah, who was sitting calmly on the chair, he didn't dare to say anything.

Shocked by what Yvette did, Zane didn't know what to say. He thought, 'Wasn't she supposed to be an artist? How did this matter turn into this? Eric was a grown man weighing 170 pounds, and yet she was lifting him like a chick.

Zane was afraid I that Yvette might go too far, so he braced himself to say to Jeremiah, "What do you think, Mr. Chavez? Should we go in?"

Jeremiah raised his head, his eyes cold and deep like a frozen lake, his expression intense and commanding. He said indifferently, exuding an aloof aura, "She knows what she's doing." radare Zane didn't dare to argue further after hearing Jeremiah's words. As he watched Eric's face turn pale on the monitor, he quietly looked away, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Zane could could only silently pray that Yvette truly knew what she was doing and stopped while she still could.

Andrey tutted and made a mocking noise. Seeing Zane's concerned expression, he smirked and added, "Don't worry. Yvette is just scaring him. She won't kill him."

Zane forced a bitter itter smile, his eyes still fixed

ed on the monitor. He

let go of him.

Just when Eric was on the brink of passing out, Yvette finale couldn't help but wonder what they should do if she killed him.

Eric collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Once he regained his his strength, he scrambled to the corner, staring with terror at Yvette.

His only thought now was to get as far away from her as possible.

He was truly terrified. Just moments ago, he had thought he was going to die.

Yvette sat back in her chair, shifting into a more relaxed position. Resting her chin on her hand, she crossed her long legs and unwrapped candy, eating it calmly while watching Eric, who was still gasping for air in the corner with fear. "Who sent you?" Eric froze. He trembled as he raised his head. He wanted to keep silent, but after recalling what he had gone through just moments ago, he didn't dare to. He figured that being in prison was still better than falling into Yvette's hands. However, when he thought of the person who hired him, he was torn with inner conflict. He wasn't going any further, but he didn't want the Wilson family to be done.

A few minutes later, Eric raised his head, a resolute expression on his face. His voice weakened once more as he looked at Yvette. "No one hired me. I did it because hate rich people. I can't stand seeing someone like Zachary living a good life. Why do they get to have money and power while I'm struggling for survival? I could only eat instant noodles every day. No woman wanted to be with me. As soon as they heard about my situation, they ran away. Why is my life so miserable? I crashed the car that Zachary was in on purpose. Do whatever you want with me and I'll take the punishment. I'm telling you again, no one hired me. I did it on my own."

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