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

After moving the chairs, Sandor, looking uneasy, asked, “Can I make a phone call?

Yvette sat calmly in her chair, sipping warm milk with her elegant lingers. She looked at Sandor with a challenging gaze, as if to say. “Why haven’t you called yet?”

Frustrated, Sandor clenched his teeth and quickly dialed the number.

Once the call connected, Sandor felt a boost of confidence and raised his voice, saying, “Dorion, Dee and I are at Raindrop Bar. A woman has boldly claimed she killed Eban and wants Burley to come here.”

Experienced in these situations, Sandor cleverly left out his own role in provoking Yvette, making it seem like Yvette was the one challenging Tiger Head Sandor knew that if it was just a fight between them, Burley probably wouldn’t come. But by framing it as an attack on Tiger Head, with Yvette’s admission of guilt in the murder of Eban, Burley would feel he had to respond.

The people watching looked at Sandor’s exaggerated claims with disdain, knowing he had started the trouble. However, no one spoke up. The arrival of Tiger Head could lead to serious trouble. The thought of a beautiful woman facing violence made the crowd uneasy.

When Dorion heard about a woman challenging Tiger Head and claiming to have killed Eban, he quickly told Sandor to keep her under control, promising that he and Burley would be there soon.

After hanging up, Sandor acted tough, taunting Yvette as if he hadn’t just been begging for help. “You’re in trouble. Our boss is coming, and you’ll regret this.”

Yvette, still relaxed in her chair, set down her milk cup and smiled playfully. “You’re still not beaten enough, are you

against her and threw it at his head. The loud crack echoed as the

hurt, Sandor insively touched his head, feeling the blood. He

came out.

resting her chin on

swallow his anger. He knew he couldn’t confront her.

Head, along with his strategist Dorion and a group of followers, entered the bar. They saw the striking woman at the center, focused

that the person who had provoked Tiger Head

overheard bits of conversation. “Fall back!” “This isn’t going well!” “Watch your positioning. The enemy could strike!” “Incredible! You win? This is a ten-game winning

furious, glaring at the unfazed Yvette, who continued to play her game and

up

managed to escape from dire situations, demonstrating remarkable skill. Her techniques surpassed even, those of professional esports players. Some wondered if Yvette was a

Eban?” Dorion asked, his face darkening as he looked at the relaxed

a mix of shock and anger. “Are you the one who claimed to have

the title of learer. After Eban’s death, Dorion took charge, but out

Dorion, and their group, falling silent as they waited to see what would happen next-perhaps the violent scene they all feared. No one understood why this

leg. Dorion instinctively kicked at him, surprised by