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

After they finished meals, Yvette and Bonnie went to the new milkshake shop off-campus to get a banana milkshake.

Once back in the dorm, Bonnie was so exhausted that she collapsed onto the bed and refused to move.

Yvette got her phone and walked over to the balcony.

Over the past two weeks, Jeremiah sent Yvette only three text messages, each concise and containing just a few words: [I’m good. Don’t worry. Miss you.

Yvette’s pretty fingers fiddled with her phone.

Her gaze was calm as she dialed Jeremiah’s number.

After three rings, a stranger’s voice came through on the other end, saying, “Hello, Ms. Zeller, this is Emmett.”

Yvette stood by the window, her eyes cast downward, softly blinking,

With a slow pace and low voice, Yvette got straight to the point, “Tell me everything the location, the time, and the whole

story

Emmett remained silent for seconds.

Feeling a bit at a loss, the speech he had prepared just silently went down the drain.

Emmett wondered, ‘Did Yvette guess that something happened to Mr. Chavez?”

Emmett didn’t speak for a long time.

A trace of irritation creased Yvette’s brow.

Her gaze intensified, becoming as cold as ice, with her eyes growing darker and taking on a fierce edge.

“Speak up, I don’t appreciate listening to nonsense, Yvette interjected abruptly.

Emmett was jolted back to reality. He wasn’t unwilling to share everything with her, it was simply that Jeremiah had explicitly instructed him not to disclose anything to Yvette prior to his departure.

Emmett thought, Forget it. I can’t keep this under wraps forever. Since Mr. Chavez chose Yvette as his partner, she needs to take her responsibility, doesn’t she?

Emmett skipped the small talk and began detailing everything that had happened over the past two weeks.

declared, “Our mission to Mysonna is a confidential state operation focused on probing a local criminal group-known as the Tiger Head. This gang has been providing narcotics to smaller gangs in Clusia. Lately, a novel drug has surfaced in several small towns. A single dose of this substance delivers intense euphoria but has

she frowned

Mysonna controlled by the

Emmett was surprised.

know about the Goodman family, the leading crime syndicate

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knew this wasn’t the

gang involved in the drug shipments to Clusia is operating under the command of the Goodman family’s seventy-second

in her eyes, there was a hint of malice. With an icy

her voice, Emmett couldn’t

the Tiger Head gang leader frequently takes his crew to a remote rainforest for several days. Upon their return, they’re seen carrying numerous large black boxes, which raises suspicion. Mr. Chavez led a team of ten skilled soldiers into the rainforest for further investigation, while I remained behind to provide support. Since then, it’s been five days with no updates from Mr.

narrowed

the clock on

it. I’ll reach Mysonna by seven this

his watch and calculated the time difference. He realized there were only five hours left until seven. If Yvette were to take a flight, she wouldn’t be able to arrive on

The earliest flight now won’t take off for another three hours, so there’s just not enough time. Do you need me to arrange a private jet for you? Mr. Chavez’s private jet is ready to

a difference, but having

Yvette held a

to go to Mysonna, no one could stop her. Besides, if she found out Jeremiah was missing and did nothing about it,

Yvette turned down Emmett.

I have a private jet, and I should be able

that, Yvette hung up, changed into an

Urban University. Yvette left a note for Bonnie: [Taking time off. Don’t

airport, Yvette called

a second thought. Howard lent his personal jet

had been arranged by the waiting staff. The whole process took less than half an hour,

his meeting, which was as concise and direct as usual: [Taking

is she going

p.m. in Mysonna when

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the plane, she received the hotel address from

at the familiar

intentions. He contemplated taking a detour upon

Yvette, who was relaxing with her eyes closed. A