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.”

sat in the passenger seat, tightened his seatbelt, and wondered just how fast

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

later, a flashy

the first to step out of the car. Her long legs moved confidently, her face expressionless as she glanced at the passenger

door opened, and Bruce stepped out,

had chosen the shortest yet most dangerous route to the airport. Bruce had gripped the safety handle inside the car the

time almost brushing against the cliff’s edge,

expression hadn’t changed

people are just beyond ordinary. She’s

details before seeing Yvette onto the plane. He watched the private jet take

was quickly

back to the

the platform of the training grounds, glancing at the freshly recruited

gaze was intense. His voice was cold,

“Mr. Chavez, it seems like Yvette knows someone from the Goodman family. Do

dark

No need, Jeremiah said.

slightly and said,

in Yvette was

picked up the megaphone from the desk, and called out to the soldiers on the training field. “Second

sweat under the blazing summer sun. He thought he could slack off while Jeremiah was on the phone, not realizing that every move of

This was technically his first real job, and the feeling when he received his first paycheck

arrived essay collections when his phone rang. Luckily, it was lunchtime and the library was nearly empty, so he quickly took out

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

“Wrong number?’ Andrew wondered

to hesitate and quickly answered the phone, 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 lower,

slowly, “No mistake, I was looking

was overjoyed. He thought, ‘Oh my! Has

me I’ve been stuck in

for

the Chambers family?”

coming up, so they haven’t seen much of each other. Ever since Yvette left, he

not sure. Give me a bit of time,