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.”

“What’s so great about men? Don’t you

for men, her face wouldn’t be like it was now. She stared closely at

nodded. “Men aren’t that great, but mine is pretty

made Yvette seem like a lovestruck fool. Furious,

one with layers of meaning. Rory was momentarily dazzled by it but quickly hardened her

pause, Rory commanded, “Take Ms. Zeller to the guest room on

bowed slightly to Yvette. “Ms. Zeller, this

a local but spoke flawless Clusian. Yvette stood up

the door, Rory called out, “Stay in the villa for these

Rory, before curling her lips

Rory pulled out her phone, still feeling uneasy. She needed to double–check. After dialing Holden’s number, she heard his voice on the other end asking, “Why are you just contacting me? Are the people ready? Did the person I sent

sighed, her heart finally at ease. Yvette’s

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

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

serious voice came through the line. “Mr. Chavez, just as you suspected,

Holden’s voice. With just

him. After hanging up, he glanced at the text from Yvette that had just come in

of Rory Miller or was likely close

ended the call. Emmett broke the silence first. “Mr. Chavez, what does

“She’s found out

others were taken aback, wondering, ‘Wasn’t Yvette just with a woman? What a coincidence that she’d pick up on Ms. Miller’s

knows about Ms. Miller now, what should we

voice steady. “I’m going