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.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, “What is it? I’m still

her lips together. “Those guys said the last batch of goods is in the basement of a guy

taken aback. The next moment, he understood what

Strange

dialects?

and children, smuggling them abroad to places to sell in lawless areas like the Golden Triangle, profiting immensely from

harvest the o***ns and sell them to different

South East Aploth to uncover their hideouts and take them down at

the last group of women and children was

a way to get them to talk, but Yvette surprised

the soldier rushed over anxiously and

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

are at the house of

they finally discovered the whereabouts of the last group,

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

kidnapped children was only four, and they injured their legs and forced them to beg on the streets. Young women were harassed and killed, their bodies left on

witnessed such evil doings, the traffickers’ cruelty still

they had to keep them alive for higher authorities to judge. After all, it involved two countries, and

still struggling desperately in the distance. His darkened eyes narrowed, gleaming with a sharp chill.

his head and stared at Jeremiah. In the darkness, his eyes sparkled

finally understood why Jeremiah commanded such high

understood the implications, so there was no way Jeremiah did not know,

bring justice to those who

a figure of

the middle of the night to use the bathroom. On her way back, she

aren’t you asleep yet?

off her phone. “Just about

asked no more questions and climbed back into bed to

day, Simon frowned in the principal’s office, holding the list for the Art Festival. He could tell someone was deliberately targeting Yvette. Given her personality, she would never sign

her trouble-averse nature, she probably did not even sign