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.

gaze pause on a spot in the entryway. Though it was just a few seconds, observation was key for Flying Fish as an assassin. So she didn’t miss a beat with what Silas

few knick-knacks I have collected. What

was filled with an awkwardness that was hard

on the couch, with a glass of water that Flying Fish had just

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

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

Fish’s eye twitched slightly, thinking,

suitcase by Silas’s left foot, guessing it probably held the antidote for No.7

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

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

matched Silas’s. She also didn’t want

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

the door was knocked on, Charles was consumed by

words. After

finally saw who entered through the door, his reaction was even more intense than Flying Fish’s. Even though his body stayed still, his wide eyes and facial expression revealed how surprised he

is Silas

the medical lab that Braydon had been desperately trying to win over.

could ensure one

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

had to give up since Sillas

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

and greeted. Just saying those words took

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

was well aware of how powerful No.7 Toxin

refused the Goodman family’s attempts to win him over. But unexpectedly, he

she couldn’t compare with Wette, with proper training. Fiona

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

Mr. Jameson. You’re incredibly strong. Making it this far is nothing

stiff tongue managed to utter two

grabbed the black case and walked to the bedside. He opened