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.

No one could dispel

grandson’s girlfriend is too low–key, not revealing

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

to gather my department for a meeting to discuss strategies, Dad sent someone to get me, thinking it was to

while, Jeremiah came in and also didn’t say anything, just sat down and drank coffee.

still want his wife? Does Dad still want to save his grandson’s wife? If they are late and she is

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

quickly asked, ‘Is Yvette? What identity does

this situation, her

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

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

is too

Yvette’s identity

glanced at him. He thought, ‘My grandfather is sly, not acting is to

said, “Yvette should be able to guess that the people from Ybaulla would get Interpol involved. Do you think it can still be kept

He thought, ‘His words are so obvious; it is clear he knows

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

and thought, ‘Mr. Jase Chavez’s

his drink and coughed twice. He thought,

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

clicked his tongue, the boy was confident indeed.