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.

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

in the entryway, just a few knick-knacks I have collected. What could have caught his

the living room was filled with an

the couch, with a glass of water

not maid to make eye

me where the patient is now? I can give him

slightly, thinking, “Seriously?

suitcase by Silas’s left foot, guessing

in the next room. Let me take you to

had come in person to meet Yvette, but since

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

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

really get my life back! Every moment before the door was knocked on, Charles was

After one night, he could only open

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

is Silas Walson,

been desperately trying to win over. Despite offering a fortune, Silas never even accepted an invitation for

the Goodman family could ensure one

a distinguished family,

but eventually had to give up since Sillas couldn’t

looking shocked made Flying Fish feel a bit more balanced. Sure enough, anyone would feel

Mr. Walson, Charles composed himself and greeted. Just saying those words

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

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

him over. But unexpectedly, he let his

Wette, with proper

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

admiration, saying, “Hello, Mr. Jameson. You’re incredibly strong. Making it this far is nothing short

managed to

He opened the case and took out a syringe filled with light