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

Rodney’s house stood right in the heart of the base–a grand, traditional courtyard with a touch of local ethnic flair. The three–layer design exuded an air of elegance and authority..

As the group stepped into the compound, it was clear that securly was tight. Soldiers stood guard at regular intervals.

In the living room, Yvette took a seat on the main couch. Beside her sat Jeremiah, followed by Emmett, Samantha, and Charles. Eagle King, as casual as ever, sprawled lazily across the other end of the couch.

Rodney poured a glass of juice, placing it carefully on the table in front of Yvette. “Kash took a team out. There’s been some trouble out there, and he’s handling it. He should be back soon. he knew you were here, he’d be thrilled.”

They could tell from Rodney’s excitement that this “Kash” wasn’t an ordinary figure. No doubt, it was another persoй connected to Yvette.

Samantha, Charles, and Emmett instinctively turned their gazes toward Eagle King, who had seemingly become their unofficial guide and source of insider information.

Eagle King popped open a beer from the table, nonchalantly taking a sip before addressing their unspoken curiosity. “Kash is insane when it comes to physical strength. He’s the one Rodney trusts the most.

“They grew up together, but listen here, this guy is downright ruthless and he never blinks when he kills. Once he sets his mind on something, you’d better not stand in his way. I’m telling you, keep your distance when he’s around.”

When Eagle King said that, the group immediately understood. They thought, ‘Crazy physical strength? Probably another formidable figure.

Eagle King took another big gulp of his beer, savoring the refreshing buzz. He looked at Yvette and said, “Kash fears nothing but Yvette. If she tells him to do something, he’ll never refuse.”

Yvette rested her chin on one hand, her left hand casually draped over the armrest of the couch. Her slender right hand held a glass, her expression calm. Without a word, she peeled an orange at her own pace and handed a piece to Jeremiah.

Rodney watched Yvette’s gesture, his mood visibly souring. He thought bitterly, ‘One day, I’ll make Yvette realize that I’m the best. She’s just blinded by Jeremiah now.

his breath, “Damn

but in a room full of people with sharp ears,

paused for a second before doing the same. They weren’t about to get caught in the

not be able to deal with a kid, but

ate the orange Yvette had peeled for him. He smiled slightly and said in a deep

an eager boy–and rubbed her forehead. -Samantha took a sip of

playful. “Kash was an orphan. When my father found him, he was living in the forest. His behavior was just like a wolf’s

him to deal with anyone who refused to

aback. They though A child raised by werewolves? Moments like these always reminded them just how strange the world could

thought his actions had gone unnoticed, but Jeremiah had already noticed

head, looking down at Rodney, who was a little shorter than her. Noticing his sneaky maneuver, she smirked faintly but said nothing, simply finding his little schemes

out of the forest, I was the one who taught him how to cat

which, Rodney looked rather

King, on the other hand, rolled his eyes. Sure, Rodney had taken good care of Kash–they had practically grown up relying on each other–but to say

a hand–to–hand

years of ruling had been

on his life, Kash had been the unyielding shield. The scars on his body were too numerous to count. If

of his beer in one gulp before smirking. “As for how Yvette managed to bring Kash under her control,

of taming Kash was nothing short

to Yvette as well, clearly

sip of water, her expression stayed indifferent. Leaning back lazily against the couch,