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.

noticed Silas’s gaze pause on a spot in the entryway. Though it was just a few seconds, observation was key for Flying Fish as

just a few knick-knacks I have

atmosphere in the living room was filled with an awkwardness that was hard

upright on the couch, with a glass of water that

to make eye contact, afraid Silas might recognize

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

slightly, thinking, “Seriously?

black suitcase by Silas’s left foot, guessing it probably

is in the next room. Let me take you to him.”

disappointed. He had come in person to meet Yvette, but since Yvette wasn’t there, he felt deflated.

She also didn’t want to spend

room, had been excited all night. Hearing the faint sounds from outside,

before the door was

lowered his voice, struggling to utter those two words. After one night,

who entered through the door, his reaction was even more intense than Flying Fish’s. Even though his body stayed still, his

Silas Walson, Charles

had been desperately trying to win over. Despite offering

ordinary person, the Goodman family could ensure

Silas wasn’t just anyone. With the support of Mysonna’s president and a background in a distinguished family, it

but eventually had to give up since Sillas

more balanced. Sure enough, anyone

greeted. Just saying those words took quite a

was also aware of Charles’s identity. He might not be involved with the underworld, but he had heard some rumors

No.7 Toxin was. Enduring it

him over. But unexpectedly, he let his guard

compare with Wette, with

bear some responsibility for this. No.7 Toxin has originated from

admiration, saying, “Hello, Mr. Jameson. You’re

managed to utter two words,

the bedside. He