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

Charles took a sip from his cup, looked at Andrew, whose face was curious, and replied, “It depends on my mood. For important people, it’s usually 30 million dollars, for less important ones, 10 million. Sometimes, I’ll even take jobs for free.

In the criminal circles of Mysonna, only a few had considered hiring Charles for an assassination. The payment was secondary: the real issue was that Charles led the Seventy–Two Chambers for the Goodman family. Apart from Braydon, no one else dared to order him to take a life.

Andrew was shocked. He wondered, ‘With my low salary, there’s no way I can afford to place an order with Charles. When did prices in the art world go so crazy? Plus, I’ve never even heard of Charles before. It’s hard to believe that a relatively unknown painter can charge so much.

Andrew was silent for a few seconds. He thought, ‘Is painting really that profitable? Should I pick up the brush again?’

But then Andrew thought of his art teacher’s assessment of him and decided against it. After all, back then he was the kind of guy who could draw a chicken egg so badly it looked like a duck egg–so maybe he should quit dreaming about it.

With an envious tone, Andrew said, “Charles, your industry is so promising. I’m envious.”

Charles raised his head slightly. There was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

Charles noticed Andrew’s envious gaze, which was genuine and sincere. He wondered, ‘What exactly is this guy envious of? Is it that he envies my ability to kill? What a weird guy! No wonder he could do something as bizarre as following us from the airport.

Andrew was unaware that Charles had already labeled him as a “weird guy” in his mind, and the impression was quite profound.

Jeremiah glanced at the two of them, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he thought, ‘The two are on completely different wavelengths, yet they speak with such enthusiasm. Charles discusses killing with a chilling nonchalance, while Andrew is talking about painting, and neither realizes the absurdity. It’s truly hilarious!’

Charles was baffled by Andrew’s continuous questions. He regarded Andrew as a “weirdo motormouth” and bolted to the bathroom as an excuse to slip out of the VIP room.

Jeremiah caught a glimpse of Charles’s retreating figure, finished the last piece of meat, put down his utensils, and said to Yvette, who was enjoying her grilled pork chops, “I’m heading to the bathroom.”

him, still chewing

help but pinch Yvette’s soft cheeks, who looked like a hamster

adjusted his clothes in the men’s bathroom, then leaned

but he didn’t even glance up from the sink, his hands momentarily stilled mid- scrub. He

strode in. He made a beeline for the sink, fixing his military uniform in front of the mirror. There was an air of

stayed clear of drugs. Half a month ago, you parted away

all the calmness he had a

Jeremiah recognized me as soon as he walked in, and he could sit at the same

in Clusia at your age? That’s no ordinary feat. You’ve got to have some serious military clout behind you. If it turns out that Yvette’s on a

After turning off the faucet, Jeremiah said in a serious tone, “This is not your concern. No matter who Yvette is,

words, Charles

in Clusia, I’ll have people ensure your safety, but once you leave, you’ll be on your

that Jeremiah said all

by Yvette’s side. Braydon wouldn’t dream of messing with Charles while she was around. Even Damian wouldn’t tangle with Yvette, so

protection, Mr. Chavez. If I’d depended on others to protect me,

looking at Charles with a cold gaze. “OK, I hope you’ll

flinching. “I hope you remember your words today too, to stand by Yvette’s side for a lifetime, through thick and

nodded, then turned and

behind. “Mr. Chavez, Yvette has been through a lot to become who she is today. I hope