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

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

understood what Yvette meant and thought, ‘Yvette actually

Strange

dialects?

and children,

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

came to South East Aploth to uncover their hideouts

of women and children was their

a way to get them

rushed over anxiously and said, “General, they won’t talk. What should we

flickered, his gaze fierce and deep like a night fire. His handsome face turned

The captured people are at the house of

of

criminals. After seeing the miserable condition of those who had been

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

evil doings,

them alive for higher authorities to judge. After all, it involved two countries, and a soldier

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

at Jeremiah. In the darkness,

The soldier finally understood why Jeremiah commanded such

understood the implications, so there was no way Jeremiah did not know, but the latter still issued such

reason could only be to bring justice to

Jeremiah had become a figure of

bathroom. On her way back, she noticed flickering lights on the balcony and sleepily went

why aren’t you asleep yet? It’s already three

off

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

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