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.

seconds, observation was key for Flying Fish as an assassin. So she didn’t miss a

much in the entryway, just a few knick-knacks I have collected.

the living room was filled with an awkwardness that was hard

with a glass of water that Flying Fish had

sat across from Silas, trying her best not maid to make eye contact, afraid Silas might

“Ms. Fish, can you tell me where the patient is now? I can give him the antidote right

slightly, thinking, “Seriously? Ms.

suitcase by Silas’s left foot, guessing it

next room. Let

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

Fish’s 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

before the door was knocked

words. After one

even more intense than Flying Fish’s. Even though his body stayed still,

is Silas Walson,

knew Silas, who led the medical lab that Braydon had been desperately trying to win over. Despite offering a fortune, Silas

family could ensure one would disappear without a

a background in a distinguished family, it wasn’t

had to give up since Sillas couldn’t be

Fish feel a bit more balanced. Sure enough, anyone would feel bewildered seeing someone like Silas, Flying Fish

Charles composed himself and greeted. Just

Charles’s identity. He might not be involved with

how powerful No.7 Toxin was. Enduring

had consistently refused the Goodman family’s attempts to win him over. But unexpectedly, he let his guard down, and members sent by the Goodman

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

this. No.7 Toxin has originated from my medical lab. Charles is Yvette’s friend.

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

stiff tongue managed to utter

black case and walked to the bedside. He opened the case and took out a syringe filled