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

After Yvette left, Jeremiah and Emmett entered the room. Emmett stood aside, bowing. “Mr. Chavez, everything is ready. We’ve figured out Caleb’s schedule. We can take action tonight at midnight. Caleb stormed out of the auction yesterday because someone broke into his northern district mansion and stole something”

“He issued an order in the middle of the night-whoever finds the thief will be rewarded 660 thousand dollars. For the locals, that’s no small sum. Some people in Kransbay are itching to move. We haven’t been able to figure out who did it, only that it was a man. Emmett added.

Jeremiah nodded, took off his dark green watch, worth over a million dollars, and casually placed it on the table. He stepped out to the balcony next to the bathroom,

Leaning against the railing, he took out a cigarette and his phone from his pocket. He lit the cigarette, held it between his index and middle fingers, and smoked. With his left hand, he scrolled through his phone while saying “Okay. Go get ready”

It was deep into the night. The sky was covered with clouds; there were no stars or moon in sight. The surroundings were shrouded in complete darkness.

In the northern mansion district, the night was hazy, buildings looming in the shadows. Only a few dim lights filtered through the windows, faintly reflecting the figures inside, making them blurry and indistinct.

In the master bedroom, Caleb lay in the soft bed, sweating profusely, seemingly having had a nightmare. The next moment. he jolted awake. Under the dim nightlight, he glanced at the woman still asleep beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Thankfully, it was just a dream, though it had felt too real. In the dream, he had been shot right between the eyes, dying a homble death.

Caleb wanted to get up for a glass of water. Just as he put on his slippers, he heard a chewing sound. In the dead of night, it was especially eerie. His hair stood on end, his face darkening with fear. “Who’s there? Come out. Stop playing tricks!”

“Caleb, a voice called out.

Caleb stiffly turned his head and saw someone sitting on the couch. He couldn’t see the person’s face, but he knew they were dressed in black. Judging by the voice, it was a woman.

lamp, instantly

gaudy, even more beautiful than the woman he had captured and locked in the basement a

in his mansion in the middle of the night-it was suspicious, to say the least. Caleb didn’t dare lower his guard entirely. “Who are you? Why did you break into my mansion in the middle

crossed, blending into the darkness. She exuded an air of mystery and danger. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at Caleb. Her

out loud. Have you gone mad? You want to kill me? This entire mansion district is my territory. What can

Go ahead then. Remember to shout

laughter abruptly stopped. He caught a glimpse of Yvettes calm,

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had been, someone should’ve come by now. Why was it still so

reaction. Twire, still nothing. She was breathing, which meant she wasn’t dead-just unconscious. Did that

faint and only wake up seven or eight hours later. Calebs was now certain that the woman before him. and the one from before were working together. His eyes flashed with calculation, and his attitude changed

The

I don’t know who you are, but if you’re here to avenge the woman I captured, I

mansion with gold bars in it. I’ll give them all to you. I didn’t even touch her, so there’s no deep grudge between us, right? You can take the gold bars and leave. Let’s pretend this

the nightstand, where he had stashed a gun. His words were a distraction to lower Yvette’s guard. Just as he was about to grab the gun,

a surge of numbness and pain. He gritted his teeth and managed to grab the gun, ignoring the growing discomfort in his body. Once he had the gun in his hand, his face

day. But if you’re smart enough to please me for a few days, maybe I’ll have mercy and let you go. As Caleb gloated, he imagined how he would sell this rare beauty off to Afria

the couch, hands in her pockets, looking at Caleb as if he were already dead.