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

Yvette paused momentarily with the phone in her hand. Her voice was steady. “I got it.”

In a farmhouse in South East Aploth, Jeremiah stood in casual black clothes under the moonlight. Fresh blood dripped from his sleeves.

Behind him was a group of men with tanned skin in traditional local attire, pinned to the ground by his men.

They cursed loudly in their native language and spoke an incomprehensible dialect.

Yvette’s clear and cold voice made Jeremiah’s heart skip a beat. I saw the school forum.”

Yvette looked up at the stars and placed the candy she had held back in her pocket. She paused momentarily and softened her voice. “It’s okay.

Jeremiah chuckled. His tone was gentle and indulgent.

Beside him, the soldier who had rushed over to report stood frozen in place and dared not move.

‘Oh my. Did the fierce major general-the military’s devil-smile? Do I have a fever?’ thought the soldier, who touched his forehead, confirming he had no fever. ‘He actually smiled!’ he exclaimed inwardly.

Jeremiah noticed the soldier opposite him and nodded faintly. The soldier instinctively stepped back as he did not dare eavesdrop on Jeremiah’s call.

Jeremiah said, “Okay. If you need anything, find Andrew. He’s free.”

Andrew was soaking in the bath and humming a song, unaware that Jeremiah had volunteered him as labor for Yvette.

Suddenly, Andrew sneezed and muttered to himself, wondering which beautiful woman was thinking about him. “Okay,” replied Yvette.

Jeremiah added, “Sleep early.”

She said, “Sure.”

Even through the phone, Jeremiah could feel Yvette’s indifference. Feeling disappointed, he said, “Bye, then.”

“Wait,” said Yvette.

Jeremiah immediately put the phone back to his ear, a hint of anticipation growing inside him.

Yvette want to tell me?’ he wondered. He awkwardly cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, “What is it? I’m

her clothes, lowered her eyes, and pressed her lips together. “Those guys said the last batch of goods is in the basement of a guy named Gamma’s house. No

next moment, he understood what Yvette meant and thought,

Strange

dialects?

part of an international human trafficking organization. They used various tricks to drug women and children, smuggling them abroad to places to sell in lawless

anyone disobeyed, these traffickers would brutally harvest the o***ns and sell

Aploth to uncover their hideouts and

of women and children was their only

of a way to get them to talk, but Yvette surprised him. “Okay. I

over anxiously and

his gaze fierce and deep like a night fire. His handsome face turned somber. After hanging up,

at the

they finally discovered the whereabouts of the last

the criminals. After seeing the miserable condition of those who had been captured, he wished he could shoot those

youngest among the kidnapped children was only four, and they injured their legs and forced them to beg on the

evil doings, the

had to keep them alive for higher authorities to judge. After all, it involved two countries, and a soldier like him could not make

men who were still struggling desperately in the distance. His darkened eyes

at Jeremiah.

understood why Jeremiah commanded such high respect

there was no way Jeremiah did not know,

could only be to bring justice to those who were brutally

on, Jeremiah had become a

to use the bathroom. On her way back, she noticed flickering lights on the balcony and sleepily went over to check it

you

off her

more questions and climbed back into bed to

for the Art Festival. He could tell someone was deliberately targeting Yvette. Given her personality, she would never

thing. Given her trouble-averse nature, she probably did not even sign up for any of the events