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

Yvette dangled her feet idly, slightly squinting her eyes as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. Her voice was cool and composed. “Poisonous insects.”

Just those two words sent Rory into a panic. She now fully believed that Yvette was indeed Holden’s niece. If this wasn’t coming from one of Holden’s closest people, he certainly wouldn’t have said anything about it.

Of course, Rory had no clue that Holden was already in deep trouble and had spilled everything. She hadn’t been in touch with him recently, which led her to miss this crucial information

Rory’s expression softened considerably when she looked at Yvette. “Has your uncle lost his mind? Didn’t I tell him not to send anyone to find me? I’m not ready for the shipment yet. I’ll contact him in three days to send them over.

“The quality of the last batch was great, and I was satisfied.” Having accepted Yvette’s identity, Rory spoke freely, no longer holding back.

Yvette rested her hand on the armrest with a slight smirk, her eyes as calm and deep as a dark pool, hard to read.

She responded, “My uncle wants me to personally deliver this batch back. Things are getting tight, and he doesn’t trust anyone else. That’s why I had to come myself.”

Rory felt more convinced of her claim to being Holden’s niece. Holden was both suspicious and timid, and this was exactly how he would act and speak.

With a disdainful laugh, Rory replied, “Your uncle is way too paranoid. The vice commissioner at the Customs in Clusia has been taking my bribes for years. What could possibly go wrong?

“But since you’re here, I can hand over the people to you in three days. Just this once, though. Next time, I hope your uncle doesn’t try to overstep. If he does, he’ll have to face the consequences.”

Yvette narrowed her eyes slightly, her brows raised, exuding an air of effortless indifference. She sensed Rory still had prisoners hidden away and intended to send them to Dungo Village for her own purposes.

Rory observed Yvette’s delicate collarbone and pretty face. There was an innate pride about Yvette, a quality that set her apart from other women. It made Rory a bit uneasy. She couldn’t resist asking, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Yvette took a sip of the fresh orange juice on the table and nodded. “Yeah.”

responded, “What’s so great about men? Don’t you

cheek, thinking if it weren’t for men, her face wouldn’t be like it

“Men aren’t that great, but mine

lovestruck fool. Furious, Rory

one with layers of meaning. Rory was momentarily dazzled

Rory commanded, “Take Ms. Zeller to the guest

entered and bowed slightly to Yvette. “Ms. Zeller, this way,

local but spoke flawless Clusian. Yvette stood up slowly, not sparing

in Just as Yvette reached the door, Rory called out, “Stay in the villa for

to Rory, before curling her lips into a sly grin. Her gaze

dialing Holden’s number, she heard his voice on the other end

sighed, her heart finally at ease. Yvette’s identity

ask Holden why he had taken matters into his own hands, he abruptly hung up. Rory figured it was just a signal issue or

to instantly fall silent. He stepped over to the window to take

“Mr. Chavez, just as you suspected, Ms. Miller has indeed contacted

sure they have no idea you had the tech team synthesize Holden’s voice. With just a few clicks on a computer, it can perfectly mimic him, and they didn’t suspect a

glanced at the text from Yvette that had

wind of Rory Miller or was likely close to

King exchanged glances, sensing the tension in the air after Jeremiah ended the call. Emmett broke the silence first. “Mr. Chavez, what does

frowned, his tone low, “She’s found out

were taken aback, wondering, ‘Wasn’t Yvette just with a woman? What a coincidence that she’d pick up

“Mr. Chavez, since Yvette knows about Ms. Miller now, what

his pockets, his voice steady. “I’m going out tomorrow. You all stay at the hotel and