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

A plain–looking police officer approached Robert and asked, “Hello, how can I assist you?”

Robert, still seething with anger, didn’t bother to read the situation. He was about to lash out, but Victor, who had learned to be more tactful, stepped in before him. “Hello, we are the family of the pregnant woman involved in today’s shooting at Skyline Plaza. We’re here to handle this matter.”

Robert huffed, maintaining his haughty demeanor, and launched into a tirade directed at the young officer. “We are the family of Winona, the pregnant woman. She is still in the hospital. Have you arrested that criminal, Yvette? This kind of evil person must be severely punished. She should never be allowed to harm society again. Our lawyers are on their way, and we will see this through to the end. She needs to rot in jail, or our Carter family will have been in Seacrity for nothing all these years.”

The plain–looking officer, seeing Robert’s rudeness, lost his patience. He was there to serve the people, but he wasn’t about to cater to someone who came in acting so high and mighty, thinking they could insult others just because they had a bit of money. He adopted a strictly professional tone. “The suspect you mentioned is currently in the interrogation room. There are seats over there, please wait there and do not disturb others. Thank you for your cooperation. With that, he turned and returned to his desk, continuing to sort through case files.

Robert’s face fell when the plain–looking officer dismissed him. He was not used to being treated with such cold indifference. He was about to step forward and argue, but Victor quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back. Leaning in, Victor’s eyes flashed with a deep–seated resentment. “Dad, don’t cause a scene. This is a police station. The Carter family isn’t powerful enough to control everything here. If Grandpa finds out, do you really want to face the family’s punishment again?”

Robert, despite his tough exterior, immediately backed down. He knew all too well how harsh his father could be. In his younger days, a few mistakes had earned him beatings that left him bruised and bleeding. The memory of those painful experiences still haunted him.

Seeing that Robert had calmed down, Victor gave him a cold look “Let’s go, Dad. We’ll sit over there for a while. Yvette has committed a serious offense; it won’t be resolved quickly. Didn’t you call the lawyer? Let’s wait for him.”

Robert, somewhat surprised by Victor’s unusual behavior, didn’t have time to think further as Victor led him to the waiting arca.

Bonnie had just finished her box of takeout and was about to get up when she heard someone calling her name. She looked up and saw Victor approaching. Her expression turned cold. Victor, who is as bad as Winona, is here for one reason to cause trouble for Yvette on Winona’s behalf‘ She thought, her eyes narrowing as she watched him approach.

walked up to Bonnie and asked in an interrogative tone, “What are

lunch box into the trash can and sat back down. “What’s

surprisingly not losing his temper. Robert, who had been following behind, stepped forward and took a look at Bonnie. His eyes lit up, and he leered at her. ‘She wasn’t

at Victor, exuding a formidable presence. She spoke each word with deliberate clarity. “It’s all Winona’s fault. It has nothing to do with Yve. If Winona hadn’t started trouble and slapped me, Yve wouldn’t have gotten angry. You haven’t even figured out

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ability to stand up for myself has really improved. I can’t back down now, I can’t Net Yve down. Bonnie thought,

Winona was his precious now, and he couldn’t let anyone talk about her like that. “How can you be so disrespectful? Winona is pregnant, and it’s normal

the world opens up? You’re a student at Argol University. What are you even arguing with a

Victor also shifted uncomfortably, feeling a bit speechless for the first time. ‘Dad really did go to great lengths to protect Winona. Victor

Roben. She took a

Bonnie, using his status to his

Andrew had just entered through the police station door. The voice was Andrew’s, Bonnie looked

chillan down their spines. This was the man even Wyatt addressed as “Mr. Chavez. How could

he stopped abruptly. Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued walking. As he passed by Victor and Robert, his gaze was as

front of Bonnie, Andrew fixed his eyes on the handprint, his tone a mix of frustration and tenderness. “Who did