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

“Guess who I am?” someone asked. The room was pitch-black, with no light in sight.

As soon as Yvette entered the room, a pair of hands covered her eyes. She paused slightly and commented, “You seem to be in good spirits.”

Suddenly, the lights flicked on, illuminating the room. The hands moved away. Yvette opened her eyes and turned around. Standing behind her was Flying Fish, the woman Eagle King just rescued

The first thing Flying Fish did after being rescued was take a bath and enjoy a succulent meal. She stood before Yvette, about five feet nine inches tall, clad in a white bathrobe that accentuatest her curves. She had a perfect hourglass figure. Her face was oval-shaped, with almond-shaped eyes that exuded an air of allure. Droplets of water continued to drip from her hair, adding a touch of sensuality.

“Boss, I missed you so much! I knew you loved me the most. If I’d waited for Eagle King to rescue me, I would’ve been dead by now. It would’ve been a great loss for humanity if a perfect woman like me was dead!” Flying Fish exclaimed.

She nodded seriously, fully agreeing with her own statement. Eagle King, lounging on the couch, was used to her narcissistic personality. She had been like that since they were kids.

Yvette crossed her arms, lifted her chin, and spoke in a relaxed tone. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die.” Eagle King jolted from the couch. Yvette glanced at

invisible in the conversa, then looked at Flying Fish before walking over to the couch, knowing she’d soon become

Eagle King was furious. “Have you lost your mind from fangirling over celebrities? What’s the number one rule of being an assassin? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten! How could you accept a job without even checking your target’s background? Do you have a death wish?”

Flying Fish knew she was in the wrong, and her voice softened, though she still stubbornly argued with Eagle King. “Haven’t you scolded me enough? I went days without food or sleep in that basement. I’ve suffered enough. I already know I was wrong. And what’s wrong with fangirling over celebrities? It makes me happy!”

When Eagle King heard her first few sentences and considered the hardships she had endured in the past few days, his heart ached for her. He realized his words had been too harsh. Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, he heard her mention fangirling and claim it made her happy.

His anger flared up again. “Fangirling makes you happy? Sure, you were so happy you got yourself caught! You’re an assassin. Why are you fangirling over someone?”

she was just provoking Eagle King. It irritated her that he clearly had feelings for her but refused to admit it. She glanced at Eagle King, then lowered her head, soon beginning to

years they’d known each other, he’d never seen her cry, not even when she nearly lost a leg during their brutal training in the rainforest. He wondered if he had gone too far and made her cry. Flustered, he rushed over. “Fine, I

give her a meaningful look. She massaged her temples, thinking Flying Fish was too into this act. Flying Fish kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with Eagle King, and continued to cry sofily. Eagle King, feeling helpless, looked toward Yvette

you. I own an

Eagle King was unhappy and wondered, ‘Does she like that celebrity this much? As long as she’s happy, I’ll let

Fish said

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long as you stop crying. I’ll agree

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must keep your promise.” Flying Fish remarked. Eagle King felt like something was off, but before he could make sense of it, he heard Flying Fish ask. “You’re not going back on your promise,

cry again. Engle King quickly promised. I wont take it

next moment, Flying Fish raised her head, revealing a smug smile-there were no traces of tears. When Eagle King saw Yvette’s amused expression, he realized he’d been fooled by Flying Fish once

and the smile on Yvette’s face, he didn’t mind being fooled. Those two were the most

Eagle King, you must keep your word. You said you’d agree to anything, so you can’t get

not mad anymore. But where lid you learn this awful trick? Don’t

as she replied,

King’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Only in front of me? Is it

old bastard, Caleb, dared lock me in a dark, filthy basement, thinking he could make me his

King didn’t mind her pettiness. “Yeah. Boss, what’s the plan? What about leaving him to me? You two can wait at the hotel. Once it’s done, we can leave