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

Rory was taken aback, her expression immediately turning cold as she looked at Yvette with caution. ‘No one in Vorazia knew her true identity except for a few close confidants. How could this Yvette know?‘ she wondered.

Rory had climbed to where she was today through sheer willpower. If she hadn’t been careful, she would have been devoured in this man–eating Golden Triangle long ago.

Rory stared at Yvette with a sinister look. “How did you know my identity?”

Sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, Yvette watched Rory calmly. She curled her toes, still maintaining her indifferent demeanor, her beautiful almond eyes slightly narrowed. “I guessed. Do you believe me?” she replied slowly.

Rory immediately pulled out a dark pistol from her pocket, aiming it at Yvette.

She shouted, “Do you think I believe you? Do you take me for a fool? Who sent you here? Best tell me the truth, or I’ll make sure there’s no place for you to hide within ten miles of here.”

Seeing the enraged Rory Yvette remained unperturbed. She simply curled her lips, her flawless face exuding a casual air. In a blink, Yvette extended her slender, fair fingers, and the next moment, the gun in Rory’s hand was in Yvette’s possession.

Lucille, kneeling on the ground, was stunned by the sight. So fast, she couldn’t even see how Yvette managed to snatch the gun.

Rory was equally shocked. Just as she was about to call for help, Yvette twirled the gun in her hand and then tossed it onto the sofa without a second glance.

Rory’s words were abruptly cut off. Yvette had taken her gun but then casually discarded it. ‘What was she planning?” she wondered.

Rory took two cautious steps back, her eyes fixed on Yvette, filled with confusion. In terms of presence, Rory’s aura had been completely overshadowed by Yvette.

to come alone to

Rory’s turf, it

her beautiful features cold and aloof. “I came to your territory? Wasn’t it one

seeing Rory’s eyes on her. She hurriedly explained, “No. It was me. Boss, I really didn’t mean

you. I didn’t know who she was

and daring enough to act

bit more relaxed. ‘If Yvette was truly sent by the enemy, I would have acted

enemy,‘ Rory thought. Already impressed by Yvette, Rory now had a favorable impression of her and was willing to believe that Yvette

That was still a mystery. To set an example,

Yvette, trying to find some trace of fear or a slip–up in her expression. Unfortunately, she was disappointed; Yvette remained as expressionless as ever. This only

I really just wanted to bring Yvette

deserve some credit. I’ve found so many women for

was cut off mid–sentence by

mouth and dragged her out. A few minutes later,

defiant. She picked up the orange juice a servant had just brought and took a sip, showing no

sitting down.

smile on her face. “Yeah, you’re

a soft spot. As a woman who had risen to her current position in Voraxia through her own efforts, it was partly for money and partly for status