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.

to say goodbye to Yvette, but Martin stopped him. Martin said earnestly, “Kevin, I hope you don’t have

thinking. What’s Uncle Martin saying? Feelings for Yvette? He has never spent time with her and doesn’t know how cold she is. “Uncle Martin, what are you talking about? I just wanted to thank her

well-built, handsome, or stylish as that guy, and I may not have as much money or power as him” As Kevin thought it

his not- so-bright nephew might do something reckless

and

the floors, an even the basement door was blown off, leaving only half of it hanging

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

in even worse shape. lying motionless on a stretcher. If not for the faint signs of breathing, he could easily

black suits. At the other end of the couch sat a young woman in her twenties. She wore a black nightgown, her legs pale and trembling, too scared to even

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

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

He had his reasons for keeping the woman locked up. She was perfect in every way, and there

Anyone who got within seven feet of her would mysteriously faint. Even the doctors. couldn’t figure

hours, someone had broken into the mansion. 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 attacked? How did they manage to

gulped slowering his head even further,

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

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

weapons