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

Zane nodded and then called over a young officer, instructing him to go out and buy some food. He thoughtfully asked if there were any dietary restrictions.

In the interrogation room. Zane and two seasoned officers sat on one side of the table, while Yvette sat across from them. The surveillance camera was already on. Zane gave the two officers a look, and they understood. They had seen how Zane had treated her, and it was clear that this girl was no ordinary person. The incident at Skyline Plaza, where she allegedly brandished a gun in public and even fired it, trying to kill a pregnant woman who was now in the hospital, was a serious matter. Even with connections, it wouldn’t be easy to handle.

The square-faced officer, Norbert, around thirty years old, was more polite than usual. He didn’t use his typical approach for suspects and asked. “Please tell us the truth. Did you openly carry and fire a gun at Skyline Plaza? You tried to murder a pregnant woman, and she’s now in the hospital. Her family is on their way

Zane awkwardly made a fist and put it to his mouth, pretending to cough. The square-faced officer flinched, his face tensing up. “What did I say wrong? This could affect my career?

Yvette sat lazily in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the table as if she wasn’t the one being interrogated. Her exquisite features, even under the dim lights of the interrogation room, exuded an undeniable beauty. Her eyes were cold and half- lidded. “Yes I fired the gun,” she said nonchalantly.

Zane was in a blind spot of the surveillance, and he anxiously glanced at his watch. Why hasn’t Mr. Chavez arrived yet? How can Yvette just admit to it? If she denies it, maybe we can find a way out.

Zane said, “Yvette, do you understand how serious it is to openly carry and fire a gun in public? Think carefully before you speak. Is there something else going on here? You need to tell us the truth, okay?” He kept giving Yvette signals with his eyes. almost twitching with urgency.

Yvette’s eyes darkened, and she looked up. “Carrying a gun? Breaking the law?”

carrying a gun and shooting someone, it’s a

her beautiful features were set in a thin, cold smile. It’s not illegal. I

the sweat from their foreheads. No wonder Mr. Chappell is protecting her. She’s saying such outrageous things! Carrying a gun isn’t illegal? Killing isn’t illegal? Where did this lawless daredevil come from?’ Norbert felt he

a moment, the older officer, who looked to be in his late thirties, considered his words carefully and then asked, staring at Yvette, “You’re saying that carrying a gun isn’t illegal? That’s impossible in Clusia. Gun possession is strictly prohibited. You must know that, right?

right to

next to the table, and gave a slight nod. Without further delay, she reached into her pocket

officer, seeing his colleague’s reaction, quickly grabbed the ID to take a look The

a look, he too froze in place. Then, all three of them turned their gazes. to Yvette, who was sitting calmly in her chair. Their eyes were filled with disbelief,

emotion. She had no idea how much of an

out. After a few minutes, he finally stammered, “Ms. Zeller, is this a real ID? Did you….?” I can’t bring myself to say the rest.

hand, which had been tapping lightly on the table, paused. She lifted her gaze, her voice low and cool, with a hint of natural nonchalance, as if she didn’t care much about anything. It has a serial number,” she

looked down and saw the long string of numbers Yvette was referring to. He knew these were

slightly as he held the ID. He knew how significant this document was. ‘If it was genuine, not

practical and ethical reasons, he had to verify the authenticity of the ID. If it was real, today’s incident would be nothing more than a trivial matter. No one would need to come and rescue her; he would have to respectfully escort her out.