Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Yvette nodded. “No need, just follow the normal procedure.”

Darnell was taken aback. He thought, “There is a special meaning behind her actions today. Maybe I am overthinking it. Just those few words make Jack very satisfied!

There was a rumor at the Interpol Headquarters that if you didn’t talk to Yvette, she would never initiate a conversation with you. If you did talk to her, getting a word or two in response would already be pretty good. So Jack was more than content and left in high spirits.

Because Darnell was standing next to Yvette, Jack’s attitude towards him improved significantly. He even shook hands before leaving.

Darnell felt a pang of bittersweet emotion. He thought, ‘Is this really how it works? Once someone gets a taste of success, even the people around them rise up, too. Standing next to a big shot seems to earn preferential treatment from others.

After the people left, Darnell glanced at the mess around him. Today’s incident was over, and the subsequent developments were beyond his interference.

He slightly bent over and respectfully said, “Ms. Zeller, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my coffee and leave first. Would you like us to escort you back?”

Yvette lifted her eyes, her gaze deep, and politely replied, “No need, thank you.”

Darnell smiled and nodded, knowing his limits. “Alright, then Ms. Zeller, we’ll pack up and leave.”

Then, led by Darnell, a group of police officers hurried back to their station. They had expected a tough battle, but it turned out to be a one–person show. Darnell’s emotions were like a roller coaster throughout the day, but he had no time to reflect on it now. As soon as he left the café, he immediately reported the events to his superiors.

In the office of the marshal, Jase, Clifford, and Jeremiah, who should have been heading to the café, each sat on a sofa. Jase calmly sipped his coffee, looking at the anxious Clifford.

He thought, ‘Oh… I forget, it seems that only my silly son doesn’t know Yvette’s hidden identity. With her status as an Interpol officer, carrying a gun, what can the people from Ybaulla do? It is likely that they are the ones at a disadvantage, given her character. The one at a loss isn’t her.

to use this opportunity to establish Yvette’s authority in Betrico. No one could dispel all the rumors about her; only her formidable strength

too low–key, not revealing any

down his coffee cup and glanced at Jeremiah, who was sitting on the sofa just as calmly. He thought, ‘It seems that

for a meeting to discuss strategies,

in and also didn’t say anything, just sat

If they are late and she is taken

cane, looking at

and he quickly asked, ‘Is Yvette? What identity does

that she was Cyanbird, but in this situation, her Cyanbird

lifted his eyes, his long legs crossed, his gaze sharp, his jaw tightened, and his voice low. “A little

a bit disgruntled. He thought, It’s not too late

stood by, to be honest, he was also a bit confused. He thought, “The incident today is so big, but Mr. Jase Chavez is too calm, and Mr. Jeremiah Chavez is not in a hurry

said, “Now that Yvette’s identity should be

grandfather is sly, not acting

that the people from Ybaulla would get Interpol involved. Do you think it can still

rubbed his nose sheepishly. He thought, ‘His words are so

wife has become the goddess of Clusia. Aren’t you nervous? What if a man

‘Mr. Jase Chavez’s words make

on his drink and coughed twice. He thought, ‘Dad really knows how

eyebrows and eyes indifferent. He was

was confident indeed. He couldn’t find any