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

expression was grim. Yet, he had a sense of intrigue

Jack arrogantly demanded, “Who called the

so bold, now nodded subserviently. He had no

You can see our injuries for yourself. This is a very serious international criminal case. It’s clear that Clusia is biased toward the real culprit. We hope that Interpol can

holding his wound, and at Robin, whose

a gun? Seriously how useless can they

forward. In a deep voice, he said, “Mr. Hart didn’t tell the whole story. Today’s incident started because Robin made 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

and instantly shifted to a professional

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

clear that Interpol was determined to intervene in

by Clusian police, so Jack

and said angrily, “Mr. White, it’s her. This woman

casually glanced in the direction Robin was pointing.

jaw practically dropped in amazement. He immediately stepped

he rubbed his eyes, looking completely

‘Whoa… How did this legendary figure just show up out of nowhere? That shouldn’t

the chairman of the headquarters

suddenly right in front

my God. Am I

for someone else,

quickly holstering his sidearm, standing

motion was smooth and fluid. His face was

number 0036, chief inspector of the Betrico Interpol division. I never

Darnell, Malcolm, Robin, and all their people stood there with stunned expressions. All of them were frozen

his eyes and ears. He wondered, ‘What is happening? Officer? The chief

was in shock, trembling, his face as pale as

aordinary woman from Clusia. It turned out that she

Jack’s rank had

dared to openly