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.

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 this even legal? I want a lawyer, and before that, I have the right to remain silent. I won’t say another word from

else, he might have been 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

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

Yvette yanked him up from the chair. She effortlessly lifted him off the ground with one hand. Eric was stunned, and then he

glimpse of her eyes, feeling bloodthirsty energy rushed toward him. She looked like a demon from hell, her gaze cold, deep, and merciless. For a moment, Eric

bold because he knew they were in the police station and no one would dare to lay a hand on him. There was

that he couldn’t breathe,

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

visible to

admiring expression. “As expected, Yvette is quite

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

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

might go too far, so he braced himself to say to Jeremiah, “What do you think, Mr. Chavez? Should we go

lake, his expression intense and commanding. He said indifferently,

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

Yvette truly knew what she was doing and stopped while she still

mocking noise. Seeing Zane’s concerned expression, he smirked and added, “Don’t worry. Yvette is just scaring him. She

eyes still fixed on the monitor. He couldn’t help but wonder what they should do if she