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.

barged in with over a dozen Interpol agents,

had a sense of intrigue

parties, Jack arrogantly demanded,

once so bold, now nodded subserviently. He had

Hart, the secretary 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

let out a scornful laugh. He glanced at Malcolm, who was holding his wound, and at Robin, whose face

a woman with a gun? Seriously how useless can they be?‘

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

had worked with Jack before, and he knew

wasn’t pleased and

by. We need to arrest the woman who injured others right away. Where is she? The

expression soured

that Interpol was determined to intervene in this

so Jack

Robin heard this, he immediately pointed at Yvette standing in the middle, and said angrily, “Mr. White, it’s her. This woman is named Yvette. She’s the one who

Robin was pointing. He froze in place,

practically dropped in amazement. He immediately

then he rubbed his eyes, looking completely incredulous and

figure just show up out

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

suddenly right in front

my God.

hadn’t mistaken her for

of Yvette, quickly holstering

was filled with excitement.

in. I’m Jack White, badge number 0036, chief inspector of the Betrico Interpol division. I never expected

all their people stood there with stunned expressions. All of them were

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

trembling, his

It turned out

rank had to treat her

he understood why this girl dared to openly fire at