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

Malcolm’s face lit up with delight. The people he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

He raised his head, glaring maliciously at Yvette, clearly up to no good.

His voice was venomous. “Miss, I hope you can keep up that confidence a little longer.”

Robin, pretending to be fierce with the support of Malcolm, said, “Just wait. Interpol won’t let you get away with this. You’re finished.”

Yvette flexed her wrist and twirled the gun in her hand, pointing it directly at both of them.

Their faces turned pale. Now, this little silver gun was their worst nightmare.

They held back the rest of their words. Another shot and they might really be done for.

Darnell received instructions from above. He was told to delay as much as possible, waiting for Jeremiah to arrive, and under no circumstances could Interpol take Yvette away.

Darnell felt overwhelmed. The task was incredibly challenging.

It had been years since he faced such a challenge. It seemed he had to make a comeback today.

Darnell walked over to Yvette’s side and said in a solemn tone, “Ms. Zeller, Interpol is definitely going to insist on taking you away. They’re known for being forceful, so if any conflict arises, please stay safe.”

Yvette looked up. Her dark eyes slightly narrowed, calm yet deep, with a hint of a smile on her stunningly beautiful face, exuding a cool demeanor.

Her voice was flat. “Don’t worry. I’m way tougher than they are.”

Darnell gave an awkward chuckle, thinking, ‘How could she be joking around at a time like this?

‘But those are Interpol agents! Tougher than them? Just how tough is that?‘

Later, Darnell found out that Yvette hadn’t been lying at all. When she got tough, she really was tough.

The leader of Interpol was Jack White, dispatched from the Mysonna headquarters. He looked to be in his early thirties.

With brown hair and a straight nose, he was tall and had striking facial features.

Interpol agents, facing off against two opposing

expression was grim. Yet, he had a sense of

opposing parties, Jack arrogantly

nodded subserviently. He had no

to the Ybaulla Prime Minister. I’m the one who reported the incident. A Clusian woman blatantly fired at me and Mr. Jenkins from Ybaulla. You can see our injuries for yourself. This

laugh. He glanced at Malcolm, who was holding his wound, and at Robin,

a gun? Seriously

arrogant remarks insulting the women of Clusia. Ms. Zeller intervened because she couldn’t stand it. There’s a cause and effect here, so this matter is understandable. Mr. White, we’ll handle this internally within

with Jack before, and he knew just

wasn’t pleased and instantly shifted to

we can’t just sit idly by. We need to arrest the woman who injured others right away. Where is she? The Clusian police should turn

soured a

was determined to intervene in this

was surrounded by Clusian police, so Jack didn’t notice her when he

he immediately pointed at Yvette standing in the middle, and said angrily, “Mr. White, it’s her.

direction Robin was pointing. He froze in place, utterly

practically dropped in amazement. He

his eyes, looking completely incredulous

figure just

has always been in Mysonna, someone whom even the chairman of the headquarters has to schedule an appointment to

now she’s suddenly right in

my God. Am I

mistaken her for someone else,

of Yvette, quickly holstering his sidearm, standing

smooth and fluid. His face was filled with excitement. Even his voice was

never

a shocking twist. Darnell, Malcolm, Robin, and all their people stood there with stunned expressions. All of them

ears. He wondered, ‘What is happening? Officer? The chief inspector of Interpol actually called

trembling, his

aordinary woman from Clusia. It turned out that she had

of Jack’s rank had to treat her with

this girl dared to openly fire