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.

dozen Interpol agents, facing off against two

had a sense of intrigue

through the two opposing parties, Jack arrogantly

nodded subserviently. He had no trace

at me and Mr. Jenkins from Ybaulla. 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 provide

at Malcolm, who was holding his wound, and at Robin, whose face was as pale

injured by a woman with a

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 Clusia, so there’s

before, and he knew just how bad–tempered Jack

pleased and instantly shifted

“Since the authorities here in Ybaulla have called the police, we can’t just sit idly by. We need to arrest the woman

expression soured

Interpol was determined to intervene in this

so Jack didn’t notice her

and said angrily, “Mr. White, it’s her. This woman is named Yvette. She’s the one

glanced in the direction Robin was pointing.

in amazement. He immediately stepped back

his eyes, looking completely

thought, ‘Whoa… How did this legendary figure just

chairman of the headquarters has

suddenly right in front of

God.

mistaken her for someone else, Jack walked over

stood in front of Yvette, quickly holstering

face was filled with excitement. Even

badge number 0036, chief inspector of the Betrico Interpol division. I never expected to see you here. Do

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

couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. He wondered, ‘What is happening? Officer? The chief inspector of Interpol actually called this

shock, trembling, his face

It

rank had to treat her with such

dared to openly fire at him