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

In the private estate of the Goodman family, a middle-aged man stood trembling in front of the desk, not daring to lift his head as cold sweat ran down his temples.

“Mr. Goodman, we’ve checked. The person you’ve been searching for appeared at the airport with some men. One of them seems to be quite close to her,” the man said,

As he reached this point, the middle-aged man’s voice stopped uddenly. “The man sitting in the chair behind the desk slowly turned around to face the middle-aged man. With a cigarete between his slender fingers, his stunning face was captivating even through the light smoke.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes carrying a sense of danger as he stared at the middle-aged man speaking. He looked intimidating and smiled, “Oh? How close are they? Go on.”

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he fell to his knees wiping sweat off his hands, but couldn’t get them dry. “Mr. Goodman, they are not close. I didn’t see it clearly. I didn’t see it clearly, he stammered

Braydon pushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with force, his eyes squinting. After a moment, with a faint smile, his fingers gently brushed the comer of the photo, which showed Yette and Jeremiah at the airport today. They are not close?” he asked.

The middle-aged man quickly chimed in obsequiously. “Mr. Goodman, they are not close. There’s definitely nothing between them. It seemed he was afraid Braydon wouldn’t believe him, so he repeated it twice more.

After he finished speaking, Braydon’s expression softened a bit. But just as the man was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Braydon looked up and glanced at him. His red eyes were filled with menace.

For a moment, the middle-aged man felt like he was being stared down by a beast. He stood rigid, his head bowed, not daring to breathe loudly,

“Lying without a blink? Who taught you that?” After saying this, Braydon turned back to the window and lit another cigar “Kill him,” he ordered.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man tried to bolt, but it was too late, in the darkness, a gun was already aimed at his heart. All that was heard was a loud bang

Clutching his heart in disbelief, the middle-aged man turned to look at a spot in the room. For so long, he hadn’t even realized there was another person in the study.

than five seconds after the gunshot, the door opened and two men in black came in quickly to

a minute, as if

intensity, yet deep inside

face in the photo. Seeing the man’s face in the photo was completely disfigured by the burn, he smiled with satisfaction. His voice was hoarse. “Jess, why do you think Yvette never smiles

cold and slightly

red. His eyes were like a deep ocean, impossible to fathom. His expression grew colder, terrifyingly so. “Yeah, I understand. If I don’t know,

spot between his eyebrows, where a small scar ran across his brow. The scar didn’t take

a mysterious feeling. He had a smile

with a scar like this? It’s clear proof. But now she’s been captivated by another mm. That’s alright. Once that man is dead, Yvette will surely come back

darkness. His voice was calm. “Jess, I’m upset.

darkness dropped to her knees without hesitation, which caused a loud noise.

eyes growing redder. His eyelashes duttered slightly,

could peel off his meat piece by piece. Take a picture for me: I want to

mask that only revealed a pair of cold, gleaming eyes, like

box from the drawer to his left. Inside the box was a small silver knife with the word

caressed the handle, then held it in his hand, whispering

oblivious to the pain, stared where the blood seeped and smiled contentedly.

staying at Jeremiah’s private villa ever since

her a text message. [Mr. Zeller, help me.] Yvette paused, then went upstairs to her room to make a call. The phone