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.”

the passenger seat, tightened his seatbelt, and wondered just how fast a girl

skillfully shifted gears. The car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, leaving only a trail

a flashy Maserati rolled up at the

car. Her long legs moved confidently, her face expressionless as

door opened, and Bruce stepped out,

the airport. Bruce had gripped the

watched as Yvette navigated numerous turns, each time almost brushing against the

changed from

people are just beyond ordinary. She’s

formalities and details before seeing Yvette onto the plane. He watched the private jet take off,

was

“Mr. Chavez, right after taking a call, Yvette decided to head back to the country. She’s

training grounds, glancing at

voice was cold, saying. “I

like Yvette knows someone from the Goodman family. Do you want to

slipped one hand into his pocket, his eyes dark

No need, Jeremiah said.

and said,

in Yvette was beyond needing these

from the desk, and called out to the soldiers on the training field. “Second person in the third row, carry an extra load

who was called out broke into a cold sweat under the blazing summer sun. He thought he could slack off while Jeremiah was on the

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

Luckily, it was lunchtime and the library was nearly empty, so he quickly took out

caller ID on the screen and was stunned into stiliness. It was the first time

“Wrong number?’ Andrew wondered

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

slowly, “No mistake,

thought, ‘Oh my! Has Mr.

I’ve been stuck in Seacrity for so long, I’m growing mons

paused for a

happen to the Chambers

he had been spending all his time at the library. Bonnie had her midterms coming up, so they haven’t seen much of each other. Ever

me a bit of time, and I’ll check it out right away,”