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?"

the phone while wiping her wet hair. The computer beside her was open to the Black Gold Network, with messages from Mr. Jenkins constantly flashing in the chat box. Yvette's

just calling to ask why the

grabbed the phone, her voice clear and sweet. "Boss, why did you take such a small order? Are you still in Clusia? If this order isn't good, I can go see

it was coming from deep within her throat.

the Boss mean by this? Kill her? I'm

King heard it too and was baffled. "Boss, you and I killing you? Don't joke around. It'd

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instead!"

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you two see the

order and

Black Gold Network? He must not realize this website is the Boss's domain. He's really asking for death here."" Flying Fish had a flash of

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

strong.

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

[Are you there?]

take

will you

happens if it doesn't

[Please respond.]

sent them: [Three days

said into the phone,

King and Flying Fish twitched their lips. 'If someone else said that, they'd have been beaten to death. So arrogant! But coming from the Boss, it actually fits,

"Boss, this Mr. Jenkins ordered a hit on you. What's