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

Sandor and Dee approached with milk in hand. It was their first time trying to strike up a conversation while holding milk.

They noticed the mocking looks of bystanders and felt embarraged.

They thought, ‘Why would a beautiful woman come to a bar and order milk?

Some bar acquaintances recognized Sandor and Dee and understood their intentions but were too intimidated by the Tiger Head Gang to say anything.

Watching Yvette, they felt pity for her to be potentially ruined by men.

Dee spoke up first, “Pretty girl, are you alone? Mind if we join you?

Yvette rested her chin on her hand, glancing at them before raising her gaze.

The men felt uneasy under her intense gaze.

Then Yvette smiled, stunning them both.

Her beauty was captivating, and her smile seemed to eclipse the world.

Dee’s eyes lit up, and he whispered something to Sandor, who looked at Yvette with eager eyes,

Yvette caught every word the two whispered, though they seemed unaware that their lips had given them away.

Yvette’s fingers lightly tapped the milk cup she held, a faint, knowing smile appearing on her lips.

She thought. ‘Did these two want to hand me over to Burley?

Interesting. They’re the first to try to sell me out.”

After their muttered conversation, the two men reappeared at Vette’s booth

attempted to sit closer, but Yvette’s indifferent gaze stopped him. “Get lost,” she said

dismissive remark, Dee wanted to

Dee a way out, smoothing things over to prevent any escalation and losing their opportunity to

a pointed look. Reluctantly, Dee apologized to Yvette. “I’m sorry, miss. I got carried away. I hope

whole drama, Yvette barely looked up,

The atmosphere grew tense.

Head

glancing at the tiger insignia emblazoned on the cuffs of

of her milk, her emotions hidden beneath

guys from the

expect her to know about the Tiger Head

curiosity piqued. “Do

her voice low. I’ve heard of

their reputation and felt a sense of pride

wherever the Tiger Head Gang members went, they commanded respect from

practically on

kept his distance, making sure not to bother

confidence, Dee said, “Beauty, you’ve heard of the Tiger Head Gang? We’re the top gang under the Blaze Hall. Our Boss is highly regarded, and we are his trusted aides. Let’s

sat on the sofa and

silent, Dee quickly pulled a

powder looked especially tempting

it blatantly, visibility reflecting

weren’t

chaotic political landscape where businessmen could

Blaze Hall were dealing

evident in his tone. “Beauty, want to try this? It’s new, and promise you’ll crave

chimed in, “Yeah, don’t be so cold! Let’s be friends. If