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

but Yvette’s indifferent gaze stopped him. “Get lost,” she

remark, Dee wanted to break

Dee a way out, smoothing things over to prevent any escalation

behalf,” he said, giving Dee a pointed look. Reluctantly, Dee apologized to Yvette. “I’m sorry, miss. I got carried away. I hope you won’t

drama, Yvette barely looked up, not

The atmosphere grew tense.

Tiger Head Gang, affiliated with the infamous Blaze Hall, one of the 72 halls

at the tiger

took a sip of her milk, her emotions hidden beneath her calm

guys from the Tiger

her to know about the Tiger Head Gang and wondered if she might be someone not to be messed

shifted, curiosity piqued.

her voice

assumed she meant she recognized their reputation and felt a sense of pride

Head Gang members went, they

practically

down in a chair but kept

the top gang under the Blaze Hall. Our Boss is highly regarded, and we are his trusted aides. Let’s be friends. If you’re ever

and nodded

pulled a transparent

looked especially tempting under the bar’s dim

it blatantly, visibility reflecting

weren’t

landscape where businessmen could become presidents, and

people under the Goodman family’s Blaze Hall were dealing drugs, but no one dared

a small bag of white powder in front of Yvette, pride evident in his tone. “Beauty, want to try this? It’s new, and

be so cold! Let’s be friends. If you’re unsatisfied,