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”

speaking, he heard the sirens coming from outside the unfinished building. Panic hit him like a wave, his face draining of color. His hand, still holding the phone, began to tremble

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

sirens blaring on the phone, couldn’t help but smirk. She feigned innocence and asked with concern, “What’s wrong, Mr. Wilson? Don’t worry, I’ll be there as soon as I can. You

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

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,

Chambers. It’s all on me. I have to hang up now and destroy the phone. No one

been waiting for Jason to say this. She would

He then pulled out the SIM card and tossed it into a

concrete floor of the unfinished building, waiting for the police

phone and walked out of the alley, feeling weight 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

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 simple and neat,

appeared on her face. She

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

quickly in a black sports outfit, her expression

glanced at her, taking her hand and

were some sandwiches Jeremiah made. Yvette’s sandwich had an extra egg on it, and there was a cup of milk to go with it. Jeremiah had the same, but instead of milk, he had black

corner of her mouth.

the black coffee in his

saying, “Maybe next