Clifford had just closed the live stream.
The news from the police station was immediately conveyed to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
He also saw who had dealt with Robin.
Yvette had truly given him a pleasant surprise.
No wonder she was part of the Chavez family. Her fiery spirit was unmistakable.
Today, let alone Robin hadnât died. Even if he was dead, the Chavez family would still protect Yvette, and no one could touch her.
Clifford had just hung up from the call with Ybaulla when Aurora called in.
Clifford had a good idea of what it might be about.
As soon as he answered, Auroraâs excited voice came through. âWow, honey, Yvette was incredible today! No matter what Yvette did, even if she caused great trouble, you have to protect her, okay?â
Clifford rubbed his temples, responding, âDonât worry. Iâll protect Yvette, even if it means risking my life. Iâll be busy here. Weâll talk more when I get home tonight.â
Aurora, understanding the situation, reminded him to take care of his health before hanging up.
Clifford was a director at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
He needed to plan his responses in advance, and if necessary, hold a press conference.
He absolutely couldnât let Ybaulla take advantage of the situation and cause trouble.
In the café, Malcolm returned from the call, feeling more confident.
He was visibly smug. They were already starting a media storm. He would see how Clusia would deal with it.
Darnell noticed Malcolmâs demeanor with slight confusion. He thought, âMalcolm is fierce just now. Whatâs he plotting? He must be up to something.â
Malcolm was bursting with pride. âMr. Tucker, if you donât hand over this woman, we will hold a press condemning Clusiaâs harboring actions. Just wait and see.â
Darnellâs expression changed. These shameless people clearly had thought of a vicious plan.
He was unsure of what to do for a moment and lost a bit of confidence.
Malcolm, upon seeing this, grew even more arrogant, fixing his gaze on Yvette.
conference today His voice was vicious. âMiss, soon Clusia will be caught in a media storm because of you, and countries worldwide will condemn Clusia for what happened today. Youâre the criminal.â
Yvette stood up from her chair. Her dark eyes were icy.
She slightly lifted her eyelids with no expression and gently raised an eyebrow.
She pressed her lips. A mischievous, faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. âOh? A criminal?â
After speaking, Yvette spun the small silver gun in her hand and silenced the gun.
With a quick and decisive motion, she pulled the trigger before anyone could react.
The bullet shot straight into Malcolmâs left shoulder blade. Blood spouted out.
This scene was a massive shock. Everyone was stunned.
Even Darnell turned pale, thinking, âDid she just shoot without warning? Sheâs really something.
âRobin is easy to handle, but Malcolm is an influential figure in the central government of Ybaulla. This shot is a big deal.
Darnell didnât have time to think. He quickly pulled out his gun, and the officers behind him did the same. They were on high alert.
The bodyguards Malcolm brought also swiftly drew their guns. The two sides faced each other.
Malcolm clutched his left shoulder blade, looking up at Yvette in disbelief.
His voice was full of disbelief, and his face turned pale as the blood kept flowing. âYou actually dared to shoot me!â
Yvette held the small silver gun tightly.
She looked at Malcolm and said slowly, âAre you an idiot? Youâre shot and still asking such a silly question.â
In such a tense atmosphere, some of the officers with Darnell couldnât hold back their laughter and burst out laughing They thought, âThis big shotâs words are cuttingly sharp. If Malcolmâs not killed by the bullet, he might die from anger. Malcolmâs wound hurt even more when he heard this. He endured the pain and instructed his men to lower their guns. They couldnât fire first, otherwise, at the press conference, their country would lose the advantage.
Malcolm endured the pain. He didnât even bother to bandage his wound.
No matter what was right or wrong, public opinion always favored the underdog. He wanted to play the victim, using his injury to gain advantages for the country.
Malcolm had just informed the Interpol branch within Clusia. Once Interpol arrived, todayâs events would be classified as an international criminal case.
Turning his head, Darnell whispered, âMs. Zeller, Mr. Jeremiah Chavez should be arriving soon. However, I canât help but feel that Malcolm has more than just a public opinion scheme. It seems like heâs stalling for time, waiting for something else.â
Yvette gave Malcolm a glance. Her deep, calm eyes looked steadily as she spoke slowly, âHeâs waiting for someone Malcolmâs expression changed. He was surprised that this girl had figured out his plan.
Darnell was briefly stunned, thinking, âWaiting for ne? Both sides are already here, so who else are they waiting for?â
After pondering, Darnell asked, âMs. Zeller, who could they be waiting for?â
Yvette raised an eyebrow. Her eyes were halfâclosed. There was a mischievous air about her.
Her carefree attitude made Malcolm grit his teeth in anger. He swore to ensure this woman faced the harshest international sanctions.
Yvette was concise and clear. âInterpol.â
When Darnell heard this, he tensed up a bit. He immediately realized that Malcolmâs goal was to invoke international sanctions.
Things were escalating. Interpol was recognized as the top joint agency internationally.
If Malcolm really reported this to the Betrico branch, then the headquarters over in Mysonna would definitely seize the opportunity to make a big deal out of this, turning it into an international case.
Malcolm was really cunning. No wonder he wasnât even worried about a gunshot wound.
Darnell quickly said to Yvette, âMs. Zeller, it seems like this isnât going to end well. Should we inform Mr. Jase Chavez?â
In Darnellâs opinion, now that it was escalated to this level, only Jase could protect Yvette.
With her hands in her pockets, Yvette had a bit of a rogue look, her eyes halfâshaded.
Looking at Darnellâs worried face, she slowly said, âNo need. Just wait.â
Yvette thought, âGet Jase involved? Th bad.â
Darnell was as nervous as an ant on a hot pan, but the person in front of him didnât show any concern at all.
He wondered, âWhat makes her so confident?â
He was about to go crazy.
Darnell wasnât so optimistic. He could only take out his phone to contact his superior for guidance.
Yvette gave him a casual glance. She didnât say anything.
Malcolm was surrounded by a group of men in black suits, staring intensely at Yvette. His eyes were full of malice.
Robin woke up. Seeing the scene, he widened his eyes in shock. His mind went blank.
âMr. Hart, how did you end up shot as well? Who hurt you? Was it the Clusian police?â asked Robin.
Malcolm clutched his wound. He was so much in pain that he didnât bother responding to Robin.
Malcolm gritted out through the pain, âIt was that woman who shot at me.â
Robin felt completely stunned, like heâd been struck by lightning.
He looked at the woman protected by the Clusian police across from him and finally felt scared.
He thought, âThis woman is absolutely crazy. She actually dared to shoot Mr. Hart?
âMr. Hart is the Prime Ministerâs secretary, someone who wields great power in Ybaulla.
âDid he just get hit like that too?â
Robin huddled up, too scared to say anything more.
Yvette leisurely sat in her chair, resting her chin on her hand.
Her hand was lightly resting on the armrest. Watching the vigilant officers around her, she said in a voice as cold as ever, âDo you all want to sit down and take a break?â
The surrounding know what to say.
officers didnâ
A moment later, they all shopk their heads.
They certainly werenât like her. She acted as if she were at hom
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