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?”

probably just being lazy about naming

Hazel was left speechless.

of an apartment

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

international bulletproof material. The glass alone could buy a villa. Every little

her cap, hung her coat by the entrance, and poured herself

in the apartment, wearing a Tshirt,

it, “Every assassin needs a safe space. In reality, it was a place for them

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

gently swaying the glass in her hand. Her eyes lowered slowly, settling on Flying Fish’s deliberately exposed thigh. She curled her lips into a slight smile, her voice soft

froze, thinking, ‘Is she

the innermost room, her eyes

her legs and casually lighting a cigarette. “Not dead, but barely alive. When I took him from the Goodman family, he looked fine, just unconscious, I

rim of her glass, eyes deep and

business knows Charles was the leader of Blaze Hall and Braydon’s trusted ally. Yet Braydon didn’t hesitate

must be a reason. “Charles was injected with the 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 Miracle Doctor, we might save him. The problem is that the last sighting was during the outbreak in Afriwo years

and sent a text. [Someone from the lab leaked the No.7

in less than a minute. [Sorry,

phone and headed into the room, with Flying Fish putting out her cigarette