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

Eric grew increasingly frustrated. He glared at Yvette and asked Who the hell are you? You’re not even wearing a uniform. You’re not a cop, are you?”

Yvette, with her legs casually draped over the table, opened her eyes. There was no warmth in them, just a cold, sinister glint in the corners. She said slowly, “Didn’t the person who hired you to kill tell you that Zachary has another daughter?”

Without thinking, Eric blurted out, “No.”

Seeing this, Andrew clapped his hands and cheered. He had been there throughout the morning’s interrogation, but Eric had been stubborn and refused to admit anything. Finally, it seemed that he couldn’t hold any longer. “Yvette is incredible.. How did she only spend half an hour getting Eric to talk?”

Standing beside him, Zane studied the monitor intently, saying, “It’s psychological tactics. We were too focused on getting answers. We interrogated him over and over again, but we didn’t realize that we were the ones in the weaker position. From the moment Ms. Zeller walked into the room, she made Eric aware she was different. She didn’t waste a single minute. By spending half an hour just observing him, she slowly chipped away at his psychological defenses. Therefore, when she spoke to him for the first time, his mind was already in a very fragile state.”

Jeremiah raised his head, casually glancing at Zane. “Have you done any research on such tactics?”

Zane was overjoyed when he heard Jeremiah’s words, and Wyatt also showed some excitement. It seemed that Jeremiah was impressed by Zane.

Zane respectfully responded, “I haven’t studied it, but a few years ago, I worked on a case with a psychological consultant hired by the police station. I just know a little about it.”

Jeremiah nodded, not saying more, his gaze focused on Yvette in the surveillance.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, Yvette’s smile deepened, and her eyes grew darker. Her serious look and powerful aura forced Eric to shrink back in his seat.

slammed his hand down on the table, raising his voice. “Stop trying to fool me. No one hired me. I’ve said a hundred times that I was just tired from overworking. What are you? You’re not even a cop. Why are you here interrogating me? Is

helpless when he heard Eric’s words. However, Yvette was different. She slowly stood from her chair and put her hands in her pockets. Then she moved lazily as she walked over to Eric, stopping just across the table

tapped on the table with her fingers, her smile wicked. Eric didn’t know why, but an intense

second, without a word, Yvette yanked him up from the chair. She effortlessly lifted him

caught a glimpse of her eyes, feeling bloodthirsty energy rushed toward him. She looked like a demon from

they were in the police station and no one would dare to lay a hand on him. There was no evidence that he caused the accident on

the situation now was far beyond what he expected. He felt that he couldn’t breathe, and his consciousness was fading.

didn’t even have the strength to beg for mercy. He was truly terrified when

interrogation room was visible to everyone in the other room, and their

admiring expression. “As expected,

sight, but when he glanced at Jeremiah, who was sitting calmly on the chair, he didn’t

what to say. He thought, ‘Wasn’t she supposed to be an artist? How did this matter turn into this? Eric was a

himself to say

his expression intense and commanding. He said indifferently, exuding an aloof aura,

argue further after hearing Jeremiah’s words. As he watched Eric’s face turn pale on the monitor, he quietly looked

Yvette truly knew what she

Seeing Zane’s concerned expression, he smirked and added, “Don’t

the monitor. He couldn’t help but wonder what they