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

In disguise, Winona made her way cautiously to a small restaurant near the address Jason had given her yesterday. She covered her nose when she noticed the poor hygiene of the place, but she quickly ordered a few dishes, making sure not to draw any suspicion.

The owner of the restaurant, noticing that Winona was dressed unusually for the hot weather, felt curious, but she didn’t ask any questions. It was clear from Winona’s clothes that she was someone of wealth, so the owner didn’t care to probe further.

Before heading to the restaurant, Winona had already called the police from a payphone, telling them about Jason’s hideout. If the timing was right, the police would be there to arrest him in twenty minutes.

Winona didn’t want any potential danger to stand in the way of her future. She had to eliminate Jason even though he believed her unconditionally

Ten minutes later, the sound of sirens cut through the air as three police cars sped by.

Winona didn’t expect the police to respond so quickly. She thought, ‘How did they get here so quickly? Little did she know as soon as her report had reached the police station, they immediately passed the intel directly to Zane, who rushed out of the police station with a group of officers, ensuring they acted fast before Jason could slip away.

Winona watched from her table by the window as the police cars rushed past She quickly paid her bill, left the restaurant, and ducked into a nearby alley. Once she got there, she took out her phone and called Jason.

To avoid leaving any trace, she used an illegitimate card she had bought from overseas.

Jason hid in an unfinished building with all his attention on the phone, trembling with fear all night. Finally, his phone rang He grabbed it immediately, his hands shaking with excitement when he heard Winona’s voice. He was glad that she didn’t lie to him or give up on him. “Hello, Ms. Chambers? Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you.”

Winona felt a wave of disgust wash over her the moment she heard Jason’s voice. She replied sweetly, T’m sorry, Mr. Wilson. I may be late. The baby kept troubling me and my mother-in-law insisted on bringing a family doctor over. It has taken more time than I expected. I’m already out of the house, but I need about an hour to get there.”

Jason’s heart sank, but he understood the difficulties Winona must be going through with the pregnancy. Therefore, he tried to comfort her, “It’s okay, Ms. Chambers, no rush. I’ll wait for you. An hour is nothing”

hit him like a wave, his face draining of color. His hand, still

thought in despair, ‘Are the police here? Am I done?’ He knew

concern, “What’s wrong, Mr. Wilson? Don’t worry, I’ll be there as soon as I can. You just make sure

Ms. Chambers. The police are already here. There’s no chance for me anymore. Please don’t come. I swear I won’t drag you into this. If you get to see your mother one day, please tell her that she’s the only one

bit taken aback. She didn’t expect Jason to be so loyal to her mother, but now that it had come

dramatic scream, pretending to choke back tears. “It’s all my fault. If only I had come sooner, you wouldn’t have been caught, Mr.

It’s all on me. I have to hang up now and destroy the phone.

Jason to say this.

hung up the phone, gritting his teeth as he smashed the phone into pieces. He then

this, he collapsed onto the concrete floor of the

lift off her shoulders. She said those words just to get Jason to willingly take the blame for her. Only if he was determined to protect her would

villa, Yvette had just finished showering. She walked into the walk-in closet, opening the door to find an entire collection of black-and-white casual outfits, all

her face. She

said in a husky tone that was still slightly groggy from just

quickly in a black sports outfit, her expression sharp and cool. I’m

taking her hand and leading her

and there was a cup of milk to go with it. Jeremiah had the

bit of milk smeared on the corner of her mouth. Jeremiah’s eyes darkened as he watched her, but he quickly

glanced at the black coffee in his hand and protested, “I want

saying, “Maybe next time. Have the milk