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!]

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

would be an understatement-her looks made even

by many nobles. She set it aside indifferently and lifted her head,

the tension. The girl, Yvette, relaxed her stance and stood casually. The menacing aura around her vanished instantly, as if she had completely transformed. Tell Joe that I won’t be getting involved in matters

veteran operatives who had infiltrated dangerous territories and taken out high-ranking figures. But right now, their fates were in Yvette’s hands.. The men on the right side felt like they had just received a death sentence. Their goals were the same, and the outcomes

noticed their despair and paused for a moment. Tell your boss, whatever happens in Afria, as long as he stays away of my country, I won’t interfere. I’ve got better

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

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,

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

sending away those troublemakers, Yvette packed her things into a black backpack. She set 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, and before long,

they

walked together, grumbling about