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!]

two groups of assassins faced off. The numbers were about equal, and the air was thick with tension-an

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

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, causing them all to hold their breath. As professional killers, they felt an immediate surge of danger and instinctively took

aura around her vanished instantly, as if she had completely transformed. Tell Joe that I won’t be getting involved in matters in

had infiltrated dangerous territories and taken out high-ranking figures. But right now, their fates were

whatever happens in Afria, as

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

from both sides exchanged glances,

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 prey, and she was

prepared and sat down in the garden

murmurs approaching from outside the door. Right away, she recognized that they were just two ordinary folks, without any internal energy. ‘Seems my guests have

Grant walked together, grumbling about the winding