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

Chapter 331

Meanwhile, in Mysonna, Eagle King and Flying Fish, who hadn't watched TV or newspapers for three days and didn't use their phones, were vacationing at a secluded estate. They were completely unaware of what was happening outside and had been playing hide and seek with wild animals lately.

The vacation estate was located in the southwest end of Mysonna, surrounded by dozens of miles with few people. Only Eagle King and Flying Fish were there, choosing this place because it was owned by Yvette and they controlled the entire

area.

Yvette liked this place for simple reasons: few people, the ability to build their own airstrip, and plenty of wild animals. When they had nothing to do, the three of them could practice or compete. Although there was no suspense in winning or losing, it was still fun. More importantly, the meat from the animals was fresher and tastier.

Upstairs, Flying Fish suddenly stood up from the computer desk and rushed downstairs, shouting, "Damn it, damn it! Eagle King, come out, something big is happening!"

Downstairs, Eagle King had just put oatmeal into a bowl when he saw Flying Fish running down in a white shirt, her long legs exposed and swinging, making his eyes hurt.

Seeing her flustered, Eagle King sighed helplessly. 'This woman never has a stable moment. She can only be serious when she's on a mission. He took Flying Fish from her and rubbed her messy, frizzy hair. "Early in the morning, why are you shouting here instead of going back to sleep? What happened?"

Flying Fish quickly showed Eagle King her phone screen. It was clear-the Black Gold Network forum had pinned the order information to the top.

[Mr. Jenkins' order has been accepted by Zola]

Eagle King looked at the words, a bit confused. "The Boss has come out of retirement and is taking orders now? But this order is too low-profile. Why would the Boss bother to kill an Interpol agent?'

Flying Fish nodded, picking up the freshly cooked oatmeal and moving to the dining table. "What does it mean that the

Boss took this order? Is she coming out of retirement for such a small job? Should we ask the Boss if she's still in Clusia? It should be evening there now."

Eagle King said, "Alright, I'll call the Boss to ask. If this order doesn't work, I'll go see the Boss myself."

Upon hearing this, Flying Fish obediently sat down properly, even more straight than a student, and didn't touch the oatmeal Eagle King had made. She just waited for the call to connect. Eagle King dialed the number, and the call connected quickly. "Boss, have you come out of retirement?"

hair. The computer beside her was open to the Black Gold Network, with messages from Mr. Jenkins constantly

and was just

order? Are you still in Clusia? If this order isn't good, I can go see you myself so you don't have to worry about

paused, chuckled lightly, and lowered her voice as if it was coming from deep within her throat. "You want to kill

Boss mean by this?

and I

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instead!"

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and leisurely said, "Did you two see the

the end of the order and saw the familiar name. "Damn it, what the hell is

must not realize this website is the Boss's domain. He's really asking for death here."" Flying Fish had a flash of insight. "The person who placed this order, Mr. Jenkins, wants to kill Interpol Yvette. So the Boss is not only an assassin but also

and simultaneously said, "Boss, when did you become part of Interpol?" If it weren't for the secluded area, people would have reported

own heart, Flying Fish felt it was beating fast and strong. 'No wonder he's

down on the chair and casually opened the message from Mr.

[Are you there?]

you take

you

if it doesn't work

[Please respond.]

days

the

beaten to death. So arrogant! But coming from the Boss, it actually fits, like

ordered a hit on you. What's going