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

[Did you guys hear? Yvette Zeller, the oldest daughter of the Chambers family is back. This is gonna be interesting.]

[Honestly, what difference does it make? Winona Chambers is already a well-known socialite in Seacrity. I heard that Richard Griffin, the master oil painter, wants to train her as his apprentice. What chance does a country girl have against a lady!]

tract with the Carter family? Yvette was

[By the way, did you all forget that the Chambers family has a marriage promised to Victor Carter. When she went missing, the opportunity shifted to Winona. But now that the original is back.. things are bound to get tense between the sisters]

[I totally agree. This is about to get exciting. Place your bets! Which of the Chambers sisters is going to win over Victor?

[Count me in! I bet one hundred fifty dollars]

[Me too! I’ll put up three hundred dollars!]

numbers were about equal, and the

To call her beautiful would be an understatement-her looks made even the

casually rolled up, revealing delicate wrists. In her hands, she held a potted flower that looked ordinary, but anyone in the know would recognize it as the rare Rothschild’s Orchid, a prized possession coveted by many nobles. She set it

her vanished instantly, as if she had

traveled thousands of miles just to get reassurance from Yvette. If things went south, their organization wouldn’t hesitate to punish them. They were veteran operatives who had infiltrated dangerous territories and taken out high-ranking figures. But right

a moment. Tell your boss, whatever happens in Afria, as long as he stays away of my

were merely bored troublemakers, fighting over nothing for years. She was finally on vacation and

from both sides exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them as they said in unison, Thanks, Ms. Zeller” With their questions answered,

fact that their bosses sent over a dozen top assassins from the two continents spoke volumes. There was an air of mystery about her-they were seasoned hunters and killers, but here, they felt like the

had prepared and sat down in the garden to eat. Over the years, she had developed a

approaching from outside the door. Right away, she recognized that they were just two ordinary folks, without any internal energy.

Grant walked together, grumbling about the winding mountain path covered in chick and