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

A few large men standing with Jase had their backs to Yvette, toppling over the vegetable stand,

Their expressions were both fearful and peculiar.

They muttered. “Is this enough. Mr. Jase Chavez?” while looking at the old man’s face on the ground.

Jase ignored them, sneakily glancing at the security room instead

He wailed loudly in pain, as if afraid no one would hear.

Inside the security room, Yvette stood in place, observing the “scene” outside. She was unmoved.

Her face showed no extra expression.

Yusef was internally conflicted.

He thought. A girl, when seeing a situation like this, is supposed to be overwhelmed with a sense of justice and rush up to stop it, or she would be scared enough to hide.

Ms. Zeller just stands here watching, without reacting or showing any expression. What is she thinking?”

Yusef realized this wouldn’t work…

The sun was blazing. If Mr. Jase Chavez got heatstroke, it would be serious. He could only pretend to be scared and said cautiously to Yvette, “Ms. Zeller, if we let this continue, that old man might really be in danger. Why don’t we go out there and stop it?”

Yvette tilted her head, and her delicate brows showed a relaxed, rebellious charm as she lazily stared at him for a few seconds.

Her eyes lowered, the corners of her eyes captivating and beautiful.

“Ms. Zeller?” she said in a cool tone.

Yusef nodded without hesitation

His mind was completely focused on Jase, missing the hidden meaning in Yvette’s words.

Yvette withdrew her gaze and nodded. “Let’s go.”

With that, she stepped out of the security booth.

Yusef was still a bit stunned, thinking he’d have to work hard to convince her to go.

Surprisingly, she agreed easily. Yusef quickly followed her.

road, the three

faces were hard to keep

it-their all for this performance, silently hoping the

ground, was almost 80, and under the blazing sun,

He saw Yvette walk out of

giving him a reassuring look as if to say. “Hang in

his acting skills.

let me, a poor old man, go. I will pay back the money my worthless grandson owes. Just give me some

fierce faces

our lives. Besides, “gentlemen” sound strange. For some reason, it felt really familiar, but it was

reminded the three dazed hulks. In a whisper, he said, “Keep acting, and they are almost here. That’s an order. Right now, I’m

men exchanged glances and had no choice but to

of them, with a square

seemed like he kicked, but he didn’t actually touch him, using a visual

out another wail, making the act even more convincing. Even he had to admire his own

feet away from them, still not saying a

to force Yvette

beating up an old man in broad

people ahead, especially Jase, who was lying on the ground. Her cool

There was a significant resemblance in their brows and

hands in

indifferent. “Are you done?”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go according to their

scared her a

them were a bit

and a veteran among the three, finally had some

none of your concern. Do you want to play the hero? If you want to step in, then pay off his good-for- nothing grandson’s debt,

three of them had a little bit of a

stood up and brushed the dust off

face, he wailed

be done. I’ll be indebted to you for life if you save

ignored their

and said slowly,

and asked again. “Ms. Zeller,

nodded and said,

Jase, saw him nod lightly, and then quickly said, “Alright, I’ll

martial arts skills. He guessed she might be planning to swing the

her personality.