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

too low–key, not revealing any of her many identities.

Jeremiah, who was sitting on the sofa just as calmly.

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 to get me, thinking it was to come up with a good plan for today’s situation. But it turns out, I am just called here to

said anything. After a while, Jeremiah came in and also didn’t say anything, just sat down and drank coffee. The two

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

looking at Jeremiah.

was taken aback, and he quickly asked, ‘Is Yvette? What

that she was Cyanbird, but in this situation, her

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

not too

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 either. What is going

“Now that Yvette’s identity should be

is sly, not acting is to let Yvette show

people from Ybaulla would get Interpol

sheepishly. He thought, ‘His words are so obvious; it is clear he knows what I

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

yeyes twitched and thought, ‘Mr. Jase Chavez’s words make me want to

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

of coffee, his eyebrows and eyes indifferent. He was absolutely confident. That day will

clicked his tongue, the boy was confident indeed. He couldn’t find