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?”

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,

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.

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,

you happy, I’ll support you. I own an entertainment company in Betrico. Tell me which celebrity you like, and I’ll bring them

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

you won’t scold me anymore, Flying Fish said pitifully still

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as you stop crying. I’ll agree to anything.”

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it. You must keep your promise.” Flying Fish remarked. Eagle King felt like something was off, but before he could make sense of it,

King quickly promised. I wont

tears. When Eagle King saw Yvette’s amused expression, he realized he’d

didn’t mind being fooled. Those two were the most important people in his life. If tricking him

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

anymore. But where lid you learn this awful trick? Don’t use it on

whipped around, walking toward the couch as she replied, “I only embarrass myself like

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

the couch. “Boss, what’s the plan for tomorrow? That old bastard, Caleb, dared lock me in a dark,

shot him a disdainful glance and moved away, still holding a grudge. Eagle King didn’t mind her pettiness. “Yeah. Boss, what’s