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

As Wyatt and Zane pushed open the door, they instantly understood the situation upon seeing the quiet office hall, where even breathing seemed amplified. Wherever those three stood, the air felt heavy with their presence.

Now that they were in the police station, Zane quickly took charge, politely inviting them into his office and instructing his subordinates to bring the truck driver to the interrogation room

Zane was respectful but didn’t fawn over Jeremiah and the others. After getting them some water, he sat down on the couch with a gesture that made Wyatt even more pleased with him.

Wyatt thought, “This guy knows his boundaries. If he had started sucking up to Jeremiah just because of his status, he would never make it far in the political world. Knowing when to push and hold back is a real lesson in life and leadership.

Andrew sprawled on the couch with one leg crossed over the other and took a sip of his water. He turned to Yvette and said, “That truck driver is quite tough. We’ve questioned him at least ten times this morning, and all he keeps saying is that it was an accident, claiming he was just exhausted from overworking. It’s obvious someone coached him. He knows how to dodge the serious charges. By the way, who the hell did Mr. Chambers cross? This wasn’t just brake failure; they used a huge truck to try to kill him. It’s clear someone wanted him dead.”

Yvette frowned with sharpness in her gaze. Her fingers lightly tapped on the armrest and her features were stunningly elegant while her half-closed eyes held a flicker of mischief. She said slowly, “Overworking?”

Wyatt nodded with a serious look. He had been part of the entire interrogation. “The driver is clever, way too sharp for someone of his supposed background. Throughout our questioning, he didn’t even flinch. He even asked for a lawyer, like he had prepared for this, confident he wouldn’t face heavy charges.”

Zane remained silent. He had worked his way up from the bottom, struggling for years before Wyatt noticed him and brought him into this position. He also thought that the truck driver was definitely not an average guy.

Jeremiah casually inserted the straw into Yvette’s drink and handed it to her. She took a sip and, just as naturally, placed it back in Jeremiah’s hand.

The three men across from them felt speechless, thinking, ‘Really? Is showing off like that necessary?’

A chill flashed through Jeremiah’s eyes. In the midday sunlight, his handsome, calm profile seemed to glow with a golden hue. He said in a cold and sharp voice, “Have you checked his background?”

was born and found that his parents passed away a few years ago. He has an older brother who left for work over twenty years ago and hasn’t returned since. Eric has been driving trucks ever since and keeps

a mocking laugh.

“Where’s his brother? What does

Eric’s background and hadn’t checked his brother. His brother hadn’t shown up in over twenty years. It

his head. “We haven’t looked into that yet. I’ll

smile on her face. “Don’t bother. Let him

on the previous interrogation, getting Eric to talk

and leaned in. “Do you know how to make Eric talk,

fierce, full of rebellious energy, and an almost playful indifference. She

big deal about roughing Eric up a bit? After what he did, trying to take

squeezed her wrist, saying in a soft voice, “Do

her head and stared at him, her eyes sparkling like

up, my heart’s going to explode! Besides, how can Jeremiah ignore the law? In

a moment, forcing himself to look at Yvette cautiously. “Ms. Zeller, this… It might not be the best idea. How about

“Yeah, Zane is right. Let’s go with another plan, Ms.

of them looking nervous. She half-closed her eyes with a playful smile, tapping the armrest with her pale, delicate hands. Raising an eyebrow, she said lazily,

both

clearly disappointed. He thought, ‘It looks like we’re

door. Lachlan, who had already figured out the situation,

“Come in,” Zane said.