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

Chapter 668

Emmett could not help but sigh at how tough the world had become. He wondered if gang bosses needed to start grooming their successors from childhood now.

Unlike Rodney, who was born an heir and became King of Golden Triangle with Yvette's support, Bruno was self-made. From joining a pirate crew at 12 to becoming the chief of Spaura pirates at 21, Bruno was a force to be reckoned with. Jeremiah closed the dossier calmly and ordered, "Direct the ship to the nearest waters to Bruno's position" Upon hearing that. Emmett nodded. This rescue mission was urgent, and it seemed Jeremiah planned to strike straight at the heart. Jeremiah checked his phone and found no new messages. His brows furrowed as his fingers tapped idly on the armrest. Three hours had passed since he had sent a message to Yvette.

"Why hasn't she responded? Have I done something wrong? Jeremiah wondered. His gaze darkened as he broke the silence abruptly. "Is the communication signal down? Jeremiah's sudden question startled Emmett, who reflexively shook his head. "No, Mr. Chavez I checked earlier, and the signal is full. I even contacted Chris this morning. Everything's ne Baffled, Emmett thought, 'Mr. Chavez knows the ship uses the latest satellite communications. How could there suddenly be no signal?

Jeremiah's gaze lingered on the phone before he slowly picked up his cup. "Oh. You're dismissed."

Emmett sensed Jeremiah's mood was off and decided that retreating was the best strategy, Once outside, it hit him- Jeremiah had reached out to Yvette, and she had not responded.

Ten large fishing boats were surrounding a medium-sized cargo ship in the Gulf of Araquiel. Inside the cargo hold of the ship sat a rugged man nearing his thirties. He wore a turban, a black cloak, and sturdy boots.

The man took bites of meat and sips of wine while surrounded by beautiful women. Nearby, a few men sat, frequently raising their glasses, and the sound of laughter echoed in the cabin.

Just then, a man pushed open the door and entered, kneeling in the center of the room. He reported in the local dialect. "Chief Mersey, the Clusian hostages we captured a few days ago are locked in the dungeon. They've been quiet and haven't, resisted."

Bruno, the man addressed, looked up. Despite his rugged look, his features were not unpleasant, and his clean attire sharply contrasted the stereotypical image of a filthy, unkempt pirate in the movies. He took a hearty swig of wine, his eyes cold and fierce. Someone below broke the silence. "Chief, the Clusian are not to be trifled with. If we kill these hostages, we risk provoking them. Their 'humanitarian principles are terrifying"

At the man's words, the room quickly buzzed with agreement. "Exactly! Deputy Chief is right-dealing with these Clusian is too risky."

them here will only

"Yes, that's right"

countless vessels from various nations operating as pirates near the Gulf of Araquiel for decades. Yet, they typically

the risks often outweighed the rewards. But this time, a mistake had been made. The pirates had already boarded

to choice, they

clashed like restless waves.

room fell eerily quiet, everyone holding their breath. It was a stark reminder of the fearsome weight

before him. "Keep a close watch on those Clusian.

on the ground and respectfully bowed to Bruno. "Chief, we've detected a ship approaching. It'll enter our waters in 30 minutes. Should we prepare for it?" the man

country

murmurs filled the room moment Bruno's icy gaze swept across the gathered men, the whispers died

waved his hand

his teeth, then ventured hesitantly, "Chief, we've confirmed there's a significant

hearing that, Bruno fell silent. After a long pause, he nodded lightly. "Get ready." The room erupted in a

sight of such an immense treasure

boats and cargo ships sprang to life. Armed with sophisticated gear, the pirates prepared

under Bruno's control. Before long, their vessel was

He commanded coldly, "This mission must succeed; failure is not an option. The hostages' safety

identities. When Bruno's men board, offer minimal resistance and feign capture. Our goal is to infiltrate their ranks and