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

After Claude and Victor left the mansion, Yvette stood before the floor-to-ceiling window; her long dark hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes gleamed with a mysterious light, the skin on her neck was as delicate as fine porcelain, and her expression was indifferent. The moment Jeremiah walked in, he saw the sunlight streaming through the window and casting a soft glow on Yvette. She looked almost transparent, as if she might vanish at any moment. He asked, "What do you think of what Claude just said?" Yvette hummed softly. Her voice was slightly hoarse and her gaze was cold. "70 percent true, 30 percent

false"

Jeremiah nodded, his expression darkening. He thought so too. Claude probably painted himself in a better light out of fear that Yvette would retaliate against the Carter family. But that family's fate was already in her hands. Jeremiah said, "Claude probably wanted to know why Mrs. Zeller had ancient combat power too, but gave up for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with the marriage agreement they had."

If Lilian's ancient combat power was innate, her descendants might have it too. The marriage agreement Claude made then was much safer than those so-called human experiments. He talked so sweetly now, that sly old fox. Yvette's expression was cold. She tilted her head, looked at Jeremiah, and squinted slightly. "Rashad and the data from the human experiments back then?"

Jeremiah did not need to hear the rest. He had already investigated it after discovering Rashad's involvement.

Jeremiah put a hand in his pocket. His expression was solemn. Rashad told everyone the data on those human experiments

had been destroyed, and nothing was kept after the government ban. Therefore, he's the only one who knows everything about the experiments.

"He couldn't have destroyed the data. It's still unknown where they're hidden, but my people are already in the lab looking for clues.

Jeremiah had never mentioned any of this to Yvette, because he knew she would meet Rashad in person one day. So, he had already arranged for someone to enter the lab.

Yvette paused, her gaze lingering. Her long legs under the casual pants she was wearing were unbelievably perfect. With a slight smirk, she changed the topic. "Let's go out for a late night snack."

Jeremiah smiled faintly. His gaze was intense, and he looked elegant and noble. "Is this a reward?"

Yvette Isked and strolled leisurely to Jeremiah. She placed her delicate tanned hand on his broad shoulder, gently patted it, and casually said, "You're paying."

at Yvette's graceful, curvy silhouette and

signs, overturned trash cans, and lurking figures. The sound of pouring rain turned the vibrant street into a flowing mirage. The air was filled with a humid smell

the passers-by-some weary, some sorrowful, some angry, some arrogant, some

was a paradise for the indulgent wealthy and also a place where the poor mingled.

from destitution.

also a chaotic area where many small

and human trafficking happened every

there were illegal immigrants from all around the world. They came chasing the dream of getting rich, but did not have a place to

had also accepted the current state of

quite famous and had attracted many Clusians over the years. It became lively at

it-from tattooed gang members to young hookers. Most of them

been running the diner for nearly 20 years. The diner's round tables were quite simple, and it was obvious they had been around for some time. The stool legs were

as one would imagine; but the food was genuinely tasty, which was why it had stayed open in

attention of everyone passing by and in the restaurant; mainly because their temperaments felt out of place. Their affluent aura, outstanding appearance, and cool demeanor clearly showed they were not

on the wall and featured only a dozen dishes-aglio olio, steamed broccoli, focaccia, risotto, shrimp ravioli, chicken francese,

he spoke pure Clusian. "Sit

on the wall. Meanwhile, Jeremiah calmly pulled out

nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, sit tight. They'll be ready soon." Then, he rushed off to

ill intentions, some curious, and a few excited and captivated by

table next to theirs sat a few hookers who had just finished accompanying clients. When

someone like Jeremiah before. They acted provocatively, coyly playing with their hair and deliberately lifting their skirts up