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 air was thick

the yard sat a girl in her early twenties. To call her beautiful would be an understatement-her looks made even the most cold-hearted assassins take notice. Yet, her cool, commanding presence

with her sleeves 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 aside indifferently and lifted her head, showing no joy or sadness in her eyes. Her gaze swept over the black-clad figures in the yard,

her stance and stood casually. The menacing aura around her vanished instantly, as if she

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 now, their fates were in Yvette’s hands..

whatever happens in Afria, as long as he stays away of my country, I won’t interfere. I’ve got better things to

Yvette, the two groups from Afria and Ameria were merely bored troublemakers, fighting over nothing for years.

had just dodged a bullet, and the tension in the yard lightened a bit. The leaders from both sides exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them

continents spoke volumes. There was

the garden to eat. Over the years, she had developed a

approaching from outside the door. Right away, she recognized that they were

together, grumbling about the winding