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

was grim. Yet, he had a sense of intrigue

through the two opposing parties, Jack arrogantly demanded,

so bold, now nodded subserviently. He had no trace

Clusian woman blatantly fired 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

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

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

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

Jack before, and he knew just how bad–tempered Jack

this, Jack wasn’t pleased and instantly shifted to

sit idly by. We need to arrest the woman who injured others right away. Where is she? The Clusian police should turn her over, and Interpol will ensure a

soured

was

surrounded by Clusian police, so Jack didn’t notice

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

direction Robin was pointing. He froze

amazement.

then he rubbed his eyes,

just show

been in Mysonna, someone whom even the chairman of the headquarters has

she’s suddenly right in front of

God. Am I

he hadn’t mistaken her for

front of Yvette, quickly holstering his

was filled

I’m Jack White, badge number 0036, chief inspector of the Betrico Interpol division. I never expected to see you here. Do you have an assignment? Do

Robin, and all their people stood there with

wondered, ‘What is happening? Officer? The chief inspector of Interpol

in shock, trembling, his face as pale as a

thought she was just an aordinary woman from Clusia. It

someone of Jack’s rank had to treat her with such

he understood why this girl dared to openly fire at