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

On the phone, Hazel paused before saying, “Sienna, is everything okay? Did Vibe get a new designer who wants to compete? Unfortunately, submissions are closed, and unless there’s an exception, we can’t add more. The first round of judging has already started

Sienna knew the chances were slim. She whispered; looking at the designs in her hand, “Such a pity for Yve’s new designs”

Hearing “Yve,” Hazel’s mind raced. She hadn’t heard those words from Sienna in years. She wondered, ‘Does she come back with new designs?”

Trying to remain calm, Hazel said, “Is she making a comeback? Although the first round has started, I have a special privilege ticket that can send a designer’s work straight to the finals. Mail the designs to the Designers’ Association, and I’ll handle it. By the way, does this collection have a name?”

Sienna listened as Hazel spoke quickly, amused at her teacher’s sudden shift in tone at the mention of Yvette’s work.

Flipping through the designs, Sienna knew Yvette would likely scribble the name in an inconspicuous corner..

On the eleventh sheet, she found a small word, suppressing a laugh. She thought, Is this really the name?

Hazel remained patient on the other end, eager to see the designs. “Blossom” had shot Vibe to fame five years ago, and she wondered what surprise awaited this time.

Hazel noticed the sound of flipping pages had stopped for a while. She finally asked, “What’s up? Did you find the name?”

Sienna hesitated before replying, “Found it. But the name is… well, it’s just ‘Nameless.”

Hazel wasn’t surprised; Yvette was always rather casual. “Maybe there’s some hidden meaning?”

“She’s probably just being

Hazel was left speechless.

an apartment

which opened remotely. The apartment looked ordinary from the outside, but

seemingly simple glass was actually the latest international bulletproof material. The glass alone could buy a villa. Every little item inside

hung her coat by the entrance, and poured herself a glass of

the apartment, wearing a Tshirt, shorts, and blue

the Eagle King would put it, “Every assassin needs a safe space. In reality, it was a place for them to play cards, have late-night snacks, and play video

Fish blew a kiss to Yvette, who was sitting at the bar, then dramatically flopped onto

hand. Her eyes lowered slowly, settling on Flying Fish’s deliberately exposed thigh. She curled her lips into a slight smile, her voice soft and husky. “Tm afraid you won’t be able to handle

froze, thinking, ‘Is she flirting? Oh my

gaze to the innermost room, her eyes glinting subtly. Is he

“Not dead, but barely alive. When I took him from the Goodman family, he looked fine, just

down, fingers gently tracing the rim of

business knows Charles was the leader of Blaze Hall and Braydon’s trusted

latest No.7 Toxin by Braydon, and his body is breaking down fast. He doesn’t have much time left. Even if there’s a cure, he might never really recover. But there’s a shred of hope. Landon said if we find the elusive

Fish smoke. She put down her glass, raised an eyebrow, and sent a text. [Someone from the lab leaked

a minute. [Sorry, Ms. Zeller. I’ll

and headed into the room, with Flying