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

After Flying Fish got a direct confirmation from Yvette, she was stunned.

She took a deep breath before speaking, “Boss, Silas is the director of the top medical lab in Mysonna. How did you manage to have him lower his status and come to my apartment to deliver the antidote to Charles? My gosh, it’s unbelievable!”

While they were talking. Yvette had already changed her clothes into a simple tracksuit, familiar canvas shoes, and a black baseball cap. Her androgynous style was incredibly cool.

She noticed the small hair tie on the table, paused slightly, then picked it up and casually tied her hair. Her voice was indifferent, saying, “I’m heading over now,”

Silas was sixty this year, but he was so well-preserved he looked no different from a man in his forties. His hair was perfectly combed and his eyes were bright and full of energy.

He glanced down at the vintage watch on his wrist. It had been ten minutes since the door had closed. He didn’t show a trace of impatience on his face.

The door opened again. Silas remained as gentlemanly and composed as ever.

“Hello, miss, sorry to bother you. I’m here to deliver the antidote of No.7 Toxin for Mr. Jameson, Silas said.

Flying Fish had already changed into everyday clothes, and she was taken aback by Silas’s polite words.

She had seen Silas’s temper firsthand when she was undercover as a maid in Silas’s house back in the day. Silas was the type of person

who wouldn’t hesitate to scold his son.

I have kept him waiting for almost ten minutes. His pleasant demeanor nearly makes me want to swear. It is terrifying Flying Fish thought.

Flying Fish quickly composed herself, shifted sideways, and politely extended her hand.

“Hello, Mr. Walson. Please come in, Flying Fish said.

Silas gave a slight smile as he walked into the apartment. A seemingly unremarkable trinket in the entryway caught his eye,

It was the first one-of-a-kind item auctioned at last year’s West Auction House. It was eventually sold for 3.3 million dollars.

“What an impressive gesture! How could someone just casually place it right at the entrance? Silas thought.

With his impeccable manners, Silas kept his eyes forward as he proceeded to the couch and took a seat.

entryway. Though it was just a few seconds, observation was key for Flying Fish as an assassin. So

just a few knick-knacks I have collected. What

filled with an awkwardness that was hard to

on the couch, with a glass of water that Flying Fish had just poured sitting in front

not maid to make eye contact, afraid Silas might recognize

me where the patient is now? I can give him the antidote right

eye twitched slightly,

glanced at the black suitcase by Silas’s left foot, guessing it probably held the antidote

in the next room. Let me

meet Yvette, but since Yvette wasn’t there, he felt deflated. and just wanted

thoughts matched Silas’s. She also didn’t want to spend more time with

the room, had been excited all night. Hearing the faint sounds from outside, he wished he could go to the living room

Every moment before the door was knocked on, Charles was consumed by this

in, Charles lowered his voice, struggling to utter those two words. After one night, he could only open his mouth. Hel couldn’t move

intense than Flying Fish’s. Even though his

Silas

had been desperately trying to win over. Despite offering a fortune, Silas never

could ensure one would

Mysonna’s president and a background in a

every conceivable method but eventually had to give up since Sillas couldn’t be

balanced. Sure enough,

composed himself and greeted. Just saying those words took quite a bit of

identity. He might not be involved with

well aware of how powerful No.7 Toxin was. Enduring it for

Goodman family’s attempts to win him over. But unexpectedly, he let his

high hopes for Fiona. She was young and talented. Although she couldn’t compare with Wette, with proper training. Fiona had

smiled gently, thinking, “Ultimately, I bear some responsibility for this. No.7 Toxin has originated from my medical lab. Charles is Yvette’s friend. It is only

a hint of admiration, saying, “Hello, Mr. Jameson. You’re incredibly strong. Making

stiff tongue managed to

delay, Silas grabbed the black case and walked to the bedside. He opened