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

At the same time, Yvette’s phone also rang in her pocket. Emmett didn’t pay her any attention, as the call he received was from those closely monitoring Caleb. Something important must have happened. Otherwise, they would just send a message.

Emmett stepped aside to take the call. A few seconds later, his expression changed. After hanging up, he quickly approached Jeremiah. This time. Emmett didn’t avoid Yvette, who had just woken up and was sitting on the other side. In his opinion, someone like Caleb was beyond Yvette’s reach, so he felt there was no need to be discreet.

“Mr. Chavez, the people we had watching Caleb reported that after Caleb received a phone call, he got really mad and left the auction in a hurry. Now, he’s leading a group of men back to his mansion in the northern district. We’ve scouted the location, and it’s where one of his long-term mistresses lives. Nothing out of the ordinary Emmett uttered.

Jeremiah’s gaze sharpened, and his expression darkened. Something significant must have happened. Caleb wouldn’t abandon such an important event as the auction for no reason. There had to be something they missed or overlooked.

“Tell our people to keep an eye on the mansion. Since he’s shown himself, tomorrow night-Jeremiah paused and turned slightly, catching sight of Yvette’s head. Her hair was soft and fluffy, and she looked obedient and adorable.

Jeremiah cleared his throat awkwardly. “Let’s go meet him tomorrow night,” he said, giving Emmett a look. Emmett understood immediately. Jeremiah was planning to make his move tomorrow night.

Yvette, who was casually scrolling through her phone, raised an eyebrow. She looked tired as she glanced at the two men before looking back down at her phone, fiddling with it leisurely

On the screen was a message from Eagle King: [Boss, Flying Fish has been rescued. We’re back at the hotel, awaiting your return.]

Meanwhile, the auction continued smoothly, with the highest bid for a piece of raw emerald reaching 30 million dollars. The merchants downstairs were growing increasingly excited, and the atmosphere in the hall was bustling.

The first day of the emerald auction started at 10 am, and ended at 4 p.m. Only then did the crowd begin to disperse.

Kevin and Martin, having already hit the jackpot with the AAA-grade emerald, only bid on another piece of raw emerald for 3.3 million dollars before deciding to call it quits. With the AAA-grade emerald, they had already made more than enough to cover their trip and resolve their family’s crisis.

Martin said earnestly, “Kevin, I hope you don’t have any feelings for that girl. That girl and the

spoke, he gave Kevin a disapproving look. Kevin felt wronged, thinking. What’s Uncle Martin saying? Feelings for Yvette? He has never spent time with her and doesn’t know how cold she

may not have as much money or power as him” As Kevin thought it

for Yvette, Martin felt relieved. He was genuinely worried that his not- so-bright nephew might do something reckless like try to snatch

and

in the northern district, chaos reigned Bullet holes were everywhere, blood stained the floors, an even the basement door was blown off, leaving only

man in his fifiies, dressed in a suit. He had ferocious eyes and a deeply wrinkled face. His

one had a wound on his face, and another was in even worse shape. lying motionless on a stretcher. If not for the faint

were several bodyguards in black suits. At the other end of the couch sat a young woman in

lucky stars that she had gone to a friend’s house to play cards on a whim. Otherwise, she might have ended up among the bodies being carried out earlier. The bodyguards remained expressionless, having grown accustomed to

That woman was locked in the basement, with over thirty of you guarding her, and you let her escape? Almost 20 of our people died!

woman locked up. She was perfect in every way, and there was no way

of her would mysteriously faint. Even the doctors. couldn’t figure out why. He had planned to keep her locked up until she broke

He had lost more than 20 men, half of whom were his most elite fighters. It was a huge blow. “Tell me. How many people

slowering his head even further, his voice

his ears. His face darkened, and he asked again, “Repeat it

slightly, and spoke a bit louder. Just one, Boss. The guy came

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