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.

Silas’s gaze pause on a spot in the entryway. Though it was just a few seconds, observation was

few knick-knacks I have collected. What could have caught

living room was filled with an awkwardness that was hard

of water that

best not maid to make eye contact, afraid Silas might recognize her past as

a neutral tone, “Ms. Fish, can you tell me where the patient is now? I can give him

twitched slightly,

at the black suitcase by Silas’s left foot,

the next room. Let me take you to him.” Flying Fish

person to meet Yvette, but since Yvette wasn’t there, he felt deflated. and just wanted to finish the task

She also didn’t want to spend more

had been excited all night. Hearing the faint

moment before the

two words. After one night, he

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

is Silas Walson, Charles

medical lab that Braydon had been desperately trying to win over. Despite offering a fortune,

ordinary person, the Goodman family could ensure one

president and a background in a distinguished family,

had

Charles also looking shocked made Flying Fish feel a bit more balanced. Sure

Just saying those words took quite a

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

aware of how powerful No.7 Toxin

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

Although she couldn’t compare with Wette, with proper training. Fiona had potential. However, she unexpectedly turned out to

originated from

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

tongue managed to utter two words, “Thank

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