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.

one could dispel all the rumors about her; only her formidable strength could silence

too low–key, not revealing any of her

down his coffee cup and glanced at Jeremiah, who was sitting on the sofa just as

anyone realize how urgent things are? They’re still here sipping tea! Just when I was about to gather my department for a meeting to discuss strategies, Dad sent someone

anything. After a while, Jeremiah came in and also didn’t say anything, just sat down and drank coffee. The two of them had completely confused

‘Does Jeremiah still want his wife? Does Dad still want to save his grandson’s wife? If

tapped his cane, looking at Jeremiah. When did you find

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

in this situation, her Cyanbird identity

legs crossed, his gaze sharp, his

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

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 either. What is going on?

Yvette’s identity

thought, ‘My grandfather is sly, not

guess that the people from Ybaulla would get Interpol involved. Do you think it can still be kept a secret?

nose sheepishly. He thought, ‘His words are so obvious; it is

Clusia. Aren’t you nervous? What if a man more excellent

thought, ‘Mr. Jase Chavez’s

twice. He thought, ‘Dad really knows how to

took a sip of coffee, his eyebrows and eyes indifferent. He was absolutely confident.

indeed. He couldn’t find any