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

Secrets Of Mrs 351

Chapter 351

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The young soldier paused, scratching his head sheepishly. He explained. "The major general's girlfriend? Almost all of us in the First Military District have seen her photo. It's framed on Jeremiah's office desk."

Samantha clicked her tongue. 'I really didn'$

desk. Isn't that just blatant show-off?'

expect that such a reserved guy like Jeremiah would have a photo of her on his

Inside the interrogation room, the lighting was dim, with only a small skylight barely letting any light through. It was silent and still.

Yvette extended her slender fingers, which were pale and delicate, lightly tapping on the table. She listened as the five kidnappers across from her communicated in Silarian and their organization's secret codes, discussing how they had to find a way to commit suicide, vowing not to reveal their master. These kidnappers even planned to ambush Jeremiah, willing to do whatever it took to kill him to remain loyal to Ybaulla.

The five Tradecrafters spoke openly, showing no concern for the people in the interrogation room, convinced that Clusia soldiers wouldn't understand the obscure language of Silaria.

A few soldiers had intended to interrupt their conversation but held back when they caught Jeremiah's eye. Although they didn't understand why the major general allowed the kidnappers to communicate, they sensed it had a purpose.

hands and glanced at the bound men across from her, interrupting them. She spoke fluently in Silarian, causing the five Tradecrafters to freeze in

were stunned. This major general's girlfriend can

obscure indigenous language from South East Aploth, so how could Silarian be a challenge

older Tradecrafters, sporting a thin mustache and a gloomy face, glared at Yvette and responded, "We are forever loyal to

learned was Clusian By the time they reached the advanced level, they were so fluent in Clusian that they could blend in with the Clusian population without being

in the dim interrogation room, the subtle smirk on her face looked quite wicked. She stood up casually, her face expressionless and her eyes devoid of emotion, as she

seriously at all, smirking as if to mock her. Just as he was about to say something insulting, Yvette's seemingly effortless kick sent him flying into the corner landing heavily on the ground with his face hitting the floor. When he tried to get up, his face was a mess. The Tradecrafter tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his

kidnappers stared in disbelief. "This woman actually made our boss cough up blood with just one

kidnapper from the corner back in front of Yvette and then stepped aside, waiting for further instructions. Yvette casually pulled out a pair of black gloves from her pocket and put them on. She then effortlessly lifted the man, who weighed between 165 to 176 pounds, as if he were a small chick, with no struggle at

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carried the man step by step toward the four other bound men and threw him onto the floor like a

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a rag, panting heavily. Yvette looked down at him, crouched halfway down, and with a loud "crack," she dislocated his jaw. The man let out one final pained wail before falling silent, now only

They had dealt with Clusian

looked expressionlessly

and

as she pulled out a silver pistol she

her draw her gun and thought she was about to put them out of