Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Yvette glanced at the name on the screen, tapped to answer, and heard the familiar voice of a girl.

“Yve, Bonnie called. Her clear voice rang in Yvette’s car.

Yvette replied with a simple “Hmm.” She lifted her eyelids and pursed her lips. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the call from Bonnie.

Holding the phone. Yvette adjusted her cap and softly asked, “What’s going on?”

Bonnie took a deep breath before speaking, “Yve, you need to come back quickly. Mr. Chambers is in trouble and he’s in the ICU at Seacrity Hospital.”

Suddenly, Yvette’s face showed intense anger, her dark eyes were unreadable, radiating an overwhelming chill

Bruce and Sienna, in the car, couldn’t help but shiver a little.

Yvette’s voice was calm yet cold, saying, “Got it.”

After Yvette hung up the phone, she clenched it with no expression on her face. She lifted her head, the corners of her eyes shimmering, a hint of red tinting the depths of her gaze.

Her voice was faint, saying, “Stop the car?

Bruce’s hands moved quicker than his mind. He quickly hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road.

Sienna nervously asked, “What’s wrong. Yve?

Yvette’s dark eyes were as deep as a cold pool. She spoke while swiftly getting out of the car and opening the driver’s side door. “We’re heading back. You two get off, I’m going to the airport.”

Sienna heard this and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, rushing out of the car, sensing something major was happening

Bruce looked at Yvette, who seemed eerily calm.

“Yve, Mr. Chavez has a private jet at Mysonna Airport. I’ll go with you to the airport and we can fly back immediately,” Bruce said.

Yvette nodded, saying, “Okay”

Yvette got into the driver’s seat, her eyes narrowed slightly, raising her eyebrow, and holding the steering wheel with one hand

She looked at Bruce, saying. “Sit tight.”

seatbelt, and wondered just how fast a girl

The car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, leaving only a trail of

a flashy Maserati rolled

long legs moved confidently, her face expressionless as she glanced at the

opened, and Bruce stepped out, his

most dangerous route to the airport. Bruce had gripped the safety

brushing against the cliff’s

hadn’t changed

are just beyond ordinary. She’s incredibly unbeatable,’ Bruce

Yvette onto the plane. He watched the

call was quickly

call, Yvette decided to head back to the country. She’s already on your private jet and

the training grounds, glancing at the freshly recruited

voice

someone from the Goodman

hand into his pocket, his eyes dark and his expression remained unchanged as he

No need, Jeremiah said.

and said,

in Yvette was beyond needing

the soldiers on the training field. “Second person in the third row, carry an extra load for

thought he could slack off while Jeremiah was on the phone, not realizing that every move of his

job as a librarian. This was technically his first real job, and the feeling when he received his first paycheck was

the newly arrived essay collections when his phone rang. Luckily, it was lunchtime

screen and was stunned into stiliness. It was the first time Jeremiah had ever called

“Wrong number?’ Andrew wondered

thinking there was a 995-chance it was an accidental call. “Hello, Mr. Chavez, did you dial the wrong number? This is Andrew, not Yvette, Andrew said. He felt a pang of bitterness. After knowing Mr. Chavez for so many years, who would’ve thought he’d be so different now? My position has plummeted, though it wasn’t particularly high, to begin with, now it is even

and spoke slowly, “No mistake, I was looking for

my! Has

finally remembered me I’ve been stuck in Seacrity for

paused for a

the

so they haven’t seen much of each other. Ever since Yvette left, he hadn’t been involved in

a bit of time,