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.

does Yvette want to tell me?’ he wondered. He awkwardly cleared his throat and asked in a low voice,

said the last batch of goods is in the basement of a guy named Gamma’s house. No one

moment, he understood what Yvette meant and thought,

Strange

dialects?

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

brutally harvest the o***ns

uncover their hideouts and take them down

group of women and

them to talk, but

hung up, the soldier rushed over anxiously and said, “General, they won’t

a night fire. His handsome face turned somber. After hanging up, he returned to the vicious devil figure

the

they finally discovered the whereabouts of the last group, although he did not know

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

not people but animals. The youngest among the kidnapped children was only four, and they injured their legs and forced them to beg on the streets. Young women were harassed and killed,

had witnessed such evil doings, the traffickers’ cruelty

there was not anything they could do. In such international cases, they had to keep them alive for higher authorities to judge. After all, it

in the distance. His darkened eyes narrowed, gleaming with a sharp

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

General.” The soldier finally understood why Jeremiah commanded

so there was no way Jeremiah did not know, but

only be to bring justice to those who were

Jeremiah had become a figure of faith in the soldier’s

Bonnie got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

“Yve, why aren’t you asleep yet?

turned off her phone. “Just

and climbed back into bed

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

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