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, facing off against two opposing

had a sense of intrigue

the two opposing parties, Jack arrogantly demanded, “Who called the

now nodded subserviently. He had no trace of

Mr. White, I’m Malcolm 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

He glanced at Malcolm, who was holding his wound, and

grown men were injured by a woman with a gun? Seriously how useless can they

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.

he knew just how

and instantly

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

soured

was clear that Interpol was

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

at Yvette standing in the middle, and said angrily, “Mr. White, it’s her. This woman is named Yvette. She’s

Robin was pointing.

in amazement.

rubbed his eyes, looking completely incredulous

figure just show up out

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

right in

God. Am I

hadn’t mistaken her for someone else, Jack

in front of Yvette, quickly holstering his sidearm, standing at

His face was filled with excitement. Even his

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

people stood there with stunned expressions. All of

his eyes and ears. He wondered, ‘What is happening? Officer? The chief inspector of Interpol actually called this Yvette

his face as pale as a

from Clusia. It turned out that

had

this girl dared