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

Robert and Victor were taken aback. Since when did the police work so efficiently? In unison, they exclaimed, “That fast?”

Zane had no desire to continue talking to these two. He could feel a pair of dagger–like eyes boring into his back. If it wasn’t Jeremiah, it had to be Andrew. His guess was spot on. Andrew’s impatient voice rang out, “What are you dawdling for?”

Robert, seeing Andrew’s hostile attitude, saw an opportunity to stir up trouble. Before he could say anything, Zane turned back and replied in a calm, unbothered tone, I’ll go right away.”

Zane then gave Robert a brief, dismissive glance and walked toward the office without another word. The contrast in their attitudes was stark.

After Zane left, Robert was left standing there alone, feeling utterly humiliated. “This is so embarrassing, he thought, as the subtle, curious glances from the people around him made his face burn. With nowhere to vent his anger, Robert could only curse Zane inwardly, thinking. That ungrateful jerk.

In the interrogation room, Norbert noticed that the monitor had been turned off. Remembering what his colleague had said, he gritted his teeth and decided to take a chance. If he didn’t ask now, he might never get another opportunity. The forty–year–old officer next to him understood his predicament and whispered a few encouraging words, giving him a supportive look. Norbert, feeling a bit embarrassed, turned to Yvette, who was sitting there.

Norbert cleared his throat and asked, “Hello, Ms. Zeller, I heard you know some traditional medicine. Is that true!”

Yvete lifted her half–lidded eyes, her cool gaze shining with a hint of light. She sat in a casual, relaxed posture, glancing at Norbert with a nonchalant expression. “Yes, I know a little,” she replied.

Norbert was surprised by her friendly response. He hadn’t expected such a high–level expert to be so approachable. ‘No wonder she has the skills to be part of that organization, he thought. ‘She’s different from those who look down on others. Feeling both honored and nervous, he continued politely, “Ms. Zeller, could you please help me? Last time, you helped Lachlan, the old police officer, and he’s now as fit as a fiddle. Even the hospital called it a miracle. I have a personal health issue, and I was wondering if you could check my pulse. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Norbert hesitated, unsure if he should continue. This is kind of awkward, he thought. Yvette is so young, and this is a sensitive topic.

many doctors but nothing has worked. His wife is even considering divorce because of this. If you know traditional medicine, could you please help him? How much do

nodded vigorously. “If you can help me, I’m willing to do whatever it takes,

went bankrupt. She glanced at the two anxious

hand. The door to the interrogation room opened again.

and simmer them over low heat for six hours. Take one dose in the morning and one in the evening. In half a month, you should see the

disillusioned. But now, someone was telling him that in just half a month, he could get what he had been hoping for. How could he not be moved? Even the older officer, felt happy for him. As soon as the door opened, both officers quickly sat up straight, trying look composed, as if they hadn’t just been so emotional,

Andrew and Bonnie couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Does Yvette look like she’s here for an interrogation? they thought.

and Bonnie were reminded of the last time they had walked into a similar scene. Bonnie looked at Yvette with pure admiration, while Andrew let out a small humph. ‘If Yvette keeps being this cool, who

nothing. Jeremiah walked up to Yvette, his gaze lingering on

her legs, looking completely at ease No, I’m

tugged at the corner of Jeremiah’s lips. “Do you really want to kill Winona? I can do it

so casually? Shouldn’t they be having this conversation somewhere private? The two police officers both slowed their breathing, exchanging a quick glance. ‘Did you hear that? I didn’t hear anything. Oh, me neither. They

showed no reaction. She scratched her head, as if anything happening between Yve and Jeremiah was normal. Even if they one day claimed

organization. In his office, he was fidgeting, his eyes fixed on the phone. He glanced at