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

Yvette nodded. “No need, just follow the normal procedure." Darnell was taken aback. He thought, "There is a special meaning behind her actions today. Maybe I am overthinking it. Just those few words make Jack very satisfied! There was a rumor at the Interpol Headquarters that if you didn't talk to Yvette, she would never initiate a conversation with you. If you did talk to her, getting a word or two in response would already be pretty good. So Jack was more than content and left in high spirits.

Because Darnell was standing next to Yvette, Jack's attitude towards him improved significantly. He even shook hands before leaving.

Darnell felt a pang of bittersweet emotion. He thought, 'Is this really how it works? Once someone gets a taste of success, even the people around them rise up, too. Standing next to a big shot seems to earn preferential treatment from others.

After the people left, Darnell glanced at the mess around him. Today's incident was over, and the subsequent developments were beyond his interference.

He slightly bent over and respectfully said, “Ms. Zeller, if there's nothing else, I'll take my coffee and leave first. Would you like us to escort you back?" Yvette lifted her eyes, her gaze deep, and politely replied, "No need, thank you." Darnell smiled and nodded, knowing his limits. "Alright, then Ms. Zeller, we'll pack up and leave." Then, led by Darnell, a group of police officers hurried back to their station. They had expected a tough battle, but it turned out to be a one-person show. Darnell's emotions were like a roller coaster throughout the day, but he had no tto reflect on it now. As soon as he left the café, he immediately reported the events to his superiors.

In the office of the marshal, Jase, Clifford, and Jeremiah, who should have been heading to the café, each sat on a sofa. Jase calmly sipped his coffee, looking at the anxious Clifford.

He thought, 'Oh... I forget, it seems that only my silly son doesn't know Yvette's hidden identity. With her status as an Interpol officer, carrying a gun, what can the people from Ybaulla do? It is likely that they are the ones at a disadvantage, given her character. The one at a loss isn't her.

Jase intended to use this opportunity to establish Yvette's authority in Betrico. No one could dispel all the rumors about her; only her formidable strength could silence everyone.

He thought, 'My grandson's girlfriend is too low-key, not revealing any of her many identities. This is not ok." Jase put down his coffee cup and glanced at Jeremiah, who was sitting on the sofa just as calmly. He thought, 'It seems that he already knows this; otherwise, he would rush to protect Yvette.

Clifford frowned and thought, 'Are Dad and Jeremiah acting too calm? Doesn't anyone realize how urgent things are? They're still here sipping tea! Just when I was about to gather my department for a meeting to discuss strategies, Dad sent someone to get me, thinking it was to cup with a good plan for today's situation. But it turns out, I am just called here to drink coffee.' After he arrived, no one said anything. After a while, Jeremiah cin and also didn't say anything, just sat down and drank coffee. The two of them had completely confused Clifford.

He thought, 'Does Jeremiah still want his wife? Does Dad still want to save his grandson's wife? If they are late and she is taken away by Interpol, it is difficult to get her out.

Jase's eyes were clear as he tapped his cane, looking at Jeremiah. When did you find out about that girl's identity?" Clifford was taken aback, and he quickly asked, 'Is Yvette? What identity does she have?" He already knew that she was Cyanbird, but in this situation, her Cyanbird identity wouldn't be of much use. Jeremiah lifted his eyes, his long legs crossed, his gaze sharp, his jaw tightened, and his voice low. "A little earlier than you." Jase snorted, a bit disgruntled. He thought, It's not too late forto know about that Yusef stood by, to be honest, he was also a bit confused. He thought, "The incident today is so big, but Mr. Jase Chavez is too calm, and Mr. Jeremiah Chavez is not in a hurry either. What is going on? He was just as confused as Clifford by their conversation.

Jase said, "Now that Yvette's identity should be exposed, right?" Jeremiah glanced at him. He thought, 'My grandfather is sly, not acting is to let Yvette show her true identity? Jeremiah said, "Yvette should be able to guess that the people from Ybaulla would get Interpol involved. Do you think it can still be kept a secret? Grandpa." Jase rubbed his nose sheepishly. He thought, 'His words are so obvious; it is clear he knows what I am thinking Jase deliberately said, "Your wife has becthe goddess of Clusia. Aren't you nervous? What if a man more excellent than you appears? What if she falls in love with someone else?" Yusef yeyes twitched and thought, 'Mr. Jase Chavez's words makewant to kick him twice: Clifford choked on his drink and coughed twice. He thought, 'Dad really knows how to hit a nerve.

Jeremiah leisurely took a sip of coffee, his eyebrows and eyes indifferent. He was absolutely confident. That day will never come.

Jase clicked his tongue, the boy was confident indeed. He couldn't find any fault with those words.

Clifford really couldn't stay any longer. He thought, 'If my wife knows I am here drinking coffee and chatting instead of saving her precious Yvette, she kicksto death.

'Chatting is one thing, but the things these two are talking about are so confusing that I don't understand it at all. What do they mean?

Clifford stood up, his expression unusually serious. "Dad, this is really serious. I need to get everythingm ready on my end. Ybaulla has already ohmy reported it to Interpol. If we don't send someone soon, your grandson's wife is going to be in big trouble." He also didn't have a good temper towards Jeremiah. "And you, why didn't you go to the coffee shop to save your wife directly? What are you doing here with your grandfather?" He thought, 'Does Jeremiah really like Yvette? How can he be so indifferent? It is really not like his style

Before he finished speaking, Clifford's office phone rang. He took a look, it was an internal call. He om thought, 'Something must happen there again. Do Darnell and the others not stop it, and is the person already arrested? Or does something new happen, and the situation further escalate?' No matter what, Clifford had already made the worst plan. Jase calmly glanced at him. "Answer it here."

Clifford didn't hesitate to press the speakerphone directly. A male voice cfrom the phone ("Mr. Chavez, something has changed. Where are you now? I need to report to you personally Today's matter is too bizarre." Clifford restrained his emotions and said in a heavy voice. "I have something to do now and it's not convenient to go You speak slowly, don't worry. Did something happen at the cafe again?" back.

The male voice on the phone paused, and then his tone chang He has already returned to the police station. This matter has | Clifford frowned when he heard this. He looked at the two gen felt something was wrong.

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