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.”

so great about men? Don’t you think women understand women

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

agreement, nodded. “Men aren’t that great, but

like a lovestruck fool. Furious, Rory threw

smile, one with layers of meaning. Rory was

Zeller to the guest room

to Yvette. “Ms. Zeller, this

maid looked like a local but spoke flawless Clusian. Yvette stood up slowly, not

Yvette reached the door, Rory called out, “Stay in the villa for these three days, and I’ll take

curling her lips into a sly

Holden’s number, she heard his voice on the other end asking, “Why

heart finally at ease. Yvette’s identity

about to ask Holden why he had taken matters into his own hands, he abruptly hung

phone rang, causing the other four to instantly fall silent. He

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

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

he glanced at the text from Yvette that had just

gotten wind of Rory Miller or was likely

glances, sensing the tension in the air after Jeremiah ended the call. Emmett broke the silence first. “Mr. Chavez, what does it mean that Yvette’s message was to

his tone low, “She’s found out about Ms.

with a woman? What a coincidence that she’d pick

about Ms.

his pockets, his voice steady. “I’m going out tomorrow. You all