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!]

in the countryside, two groups of assassins faced off. The numbers were

call her beautiful would be an understatement-her looks made even the most cold-hearted assassins take notice. Yet, her cool, commanding presence set her

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

menacing aura around her vanished instantly, as if she had completely transformed. Tell Joe that

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

and paused for a moment. Tell your boss, whatever happens in Afria, as

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

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 as they said in unison, Thanks, Ms. Zeller” With their questions answered, neither

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,

down the food she had prepared and sat down in the garden to eat. Over the years, she had developed a routine of cooking for herself. There was no rush,

that they were just two ordinary folks, without any internal energy. ‘Seems my guests have arrived, right on

Grant walked together, grumbling about the winding mountain path