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, “What is it? I’m

Yvette adjusted her clothes, lowered her eyes, and pressed her lips together. “Those guys said the last batch of goods is in the basement of

was taken aback. The next moment, he understood what Yvette meant and thought,

Strange

dialects?

an international human trafficking organization. They used various tricks to drug women and children, smuggling them abroad to places to sell in lawless areas like the Golden Triangle, profiting

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

came to South East Aploth to uncover their hideouts

of women and children was their only bargaining chip and refused to

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

two hung up, the soldier rushed over anxiously and said,

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

spoke coldly, “Nothing. The captured people are at the house

that they finally discovered the whereabouts of the last group,

seeing the miserable condition of those who had been captured, he wished he could

but animals. The youngest among the kidnapped children was only four, and they injured their legs

such evil doings, the

do. In such international cases, they had to keep them alive for higher authorities to judge. After all, it involved two countries, and a soldier

who were still struggling desperately in the distance. His darkened

lifted his head and stared at Jeremiah. In

finally understood why Jeremiah

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

reason could only be to bring justice to those

on, Jeremiah had become a figure of faith in the

bathroom. On her way back,

you asleep yet? It’s

turned around and turned off her

more questions and climbed back into

for the Art Festival. He could tell someone was

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