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”

as soon as Jason finished speaking, he heard the sirens coming from outside the unfinished building. Panic hit him like a wave, his

thought in despair, ‘Are the police here? Am

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 just make sure to hide

heavy sigh of resignation. “You don’t need to come, 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

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

a dramatic scream, pretending to choke back tears. “It’s all my fault. If only I

It’s all on me. I

had been waiting for Jason to say this. She would never leave any

he smashed the phone into pieces. He then pulled out the SIM card and tossed

concrete floor of the unfinished building, waiting for the police to

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

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, without any

on her face. She didn’t expect Jeremiah to be so

knocked on the door and said in a husky tone that was still slightly groggy

quickly in a black sports outfit, her expression

taking her hand and leading

made. Yvette’s sandwich had an extra egg on it, and there was a cup of milk to go

sip of milk, and a little bit of milk smeared on the corner of her mouth. Jeremiah’s eyes darkened as he

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

gently, saying, “Maybe next time. Have the