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.

No one hired me. I’ve said a hundred times that I was just

had been anyone 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

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

effortlessly lifted him off the ground with one hand.

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

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

expected. He felt that he couldn’t breathe, and his consciousness was fading. He just couldn’t escape the grip tightening around

beg for mercy. He was truly terrified when he realized that Yvette

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

an excited and admiring expression. “As expected, Yvette is

at Jeremiah, who was sitting calmly on the chair, he

an artist? How did this matter turn into this? Eric was a grown man weighing 170 pounds, and yet she was lifting

so he braced himself to say to Jeremiah, “What do you think, Mr. Chavez? Should

his eyes cold and deep like a frozen lake, his expression intense and commanding. He said

didn’t dare to argue further after hearing Jeremiah’s words. As he watched Eric’s face turn pale on the monitor, he quietly looked away, wiping the cold sweat from

Yvette truly knew what she was

made a mocking noise. Seeing Zane’s concerned expression, he smirked

bitter smile, his eyes still fixed on the monitor. He couldn’t help