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

Zane nodded and then called over a young officer, instructing him to go out and buy sfood. He thoughtfully asked if there were any dietary restrictions.

In the interrogation room. Zane and two seasoned officers sat on one side of the table, while Yvette sat across from them. The surveillance camera was already on. Zane gave the two officers a look, and they understood. They had seen how Zane had treated her, and it was clear that this girl was no ordinary person. The incident at Skyline Plaza, where she allegedly brandished a gun in public and even fired it, trying to kill a pregnant woman who was now in the hospital, was a serious matter. Even with connections, it wouldn't be easy to handle.

The square-faced officer, Norbert, around thirty years old, was more polite than usual. He didn't use his typical approach for suspects and asked. "Please tell us the truth. Did you openly carry and fire a gun at Skyline Plaza? You tried to murder a pregnant woman, and she's now in the hospital. Her family is on their way Zane awkwardly made a fist and put it to his mouth, pretending to cough. The square-faced officer flinched, his face tensing up. "What did I say wrong? This could affect my career? Yvette sat lazily in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the table as if she wasn't the one being interrogated. Her exquisite features, even under the dim lights of the interrogation room, exuded an undeniable beauty. Her eyes were cold and half-lidded. "Yes I fired the gun," she said nonchalantly.

Zane was in a blind spot of the surveillance, and he anxiously glanced at his watch. Why hasn't Mr. Chavez arrived yet? How can Yvette just admit to it? If she denies it, maybe we can find a way out.

Zane said, "Yvette, do you understand how serious it is to openly carry and fire a gun in public? Think carefully before you speak. Is there something else going on here? You need to tell us the truth, okay?" He kept giving Yvette signals with his eyes. almost twitching with urgency.

Yvette's eyes darkened, and she looked up. "Carrying a gun? Breaking the law?" Zane nodded dumbly, "Yes, Yvette. If you admit to carrying a gun and shooting someone, it's a very serious matter." A faint, almost mocking smile played on Yvette's lips. Her expression was indifferent, and her beautiful features were set in a thin, cold smile. It's not illegal. I have a legal permit for my gun. Even if I shot Winona today, it would be legal" The two officers looked at Yvette's audacious demeanor and then at Zane, wiping the sweat from their foreheads. No wonder Mr. Chappell is protecting her. She's saying such outrageous things! Carrying a gun isn't illegal? Killing isn't illegal? Where did this lawless daredevil cfrom?' Norbert felt he couldn't continue the interrogation. He didn't know how to respond to Yvette's statements, and the room fell silent again.

After a moment, the older officer, who looked to be in his late thirties, considered his words carefully and then asked, staring at Yvette, "You're saying that carrying a gun isn't illegal? That's impossible in Clusia. Gun possession is strictly prohibited. You must know that, right? Please explain the entire situation from the beginning." Zane quickly added, "You also have the right to remain silent until your lawyer arrives. Do you understand? Yvette looked at Zane, who was sitting next to the table, and gave a slight nod. Without further delay, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a black ID booklet, placing it on the table. The three officers were puzzled.

Norbert, being the closest to the ID, picked it up. As he read the words on it, his face froze, and he turned to look at Zane with a mix of shock and disbelief. The other officer, seeing his colleague's reaction, quickly grabbed the ID to take a look The next second, both officers had identical expressions of shock, and they both turned to Zane. Zane couldn't sit still; what. kind of ID could make two seasoned officers react like this? When Zane finally got his hands on the ID and took a look, he too froze in place. Then, all three of them turned their gazes. to Yvette, who was sitting calmly in her chair. Their eyes were filled with disbelief, and the scene looked almost comical.

Yvette remained composed, her hands resting naturally, showing no emotion. She had no idea how much of an impact her ID had on the three men.

It took Zane a good while to get his words out. After a few minutes, he finally stammered, "Ms. Zeller, is this a real ID? Did you....?" I can't bring myself to say the rest. I'd rather believe it's fake than real. This world is getting too crazy! Zane thought Yvette's left hand, which had been tapping lightly on the table, paused. She lifted her gaze, her voice low and cool, with a hint of natural nonchalance, as if she didn't care much about anything. It has a serial number," she said succinctly.

Zane looked down and saw the long string of numbers Yvette was referring to. He knew these were unique and couldn't be faked.

Is she really lettingverify it? Even if I find it hard to believe, I have to admit it seems real. Zane thought. His hand trembled slightly as he held the ID. He knew how significant this document was. 'If it was genuine, not only could Yvette fire a gun in public, but she could even kill someone and claim it was legal. It was like having an ancient imperial sword and a get-out-of-jail-free card combined. Zane thought The other two officers were still in shock. Zane knew he couldn't waste any time. For both practical and ethical reasons, he had to verify the authenticity of the ID. If it was real, today's incident would be nothing more than a trivial matter. No one would need to cand rescue her; he would have to respectfully escort her out. And as for the public, who would dare question the actions of that organization?

In the speeding black Jeep, Jeremiah's lips were pressed into a cold, indifferent line. His face was filled with anger, and the icy ayran emanating from him made the temperature in the car drop. The Jeep was already going over 150 miles per hour. Andrew, in the passenger seat, clutched the seatbelt tightly and spoke cautiously, "Jeremiah, Yvette will be fine. Zane knows her identity; he'll take good care of her." Driving the car, Jeremiah's expression grew even colder. His face was stern. 'Why would Yvette be so angry that she would shoot? That's the real question, not whether Zane would make things difficult for her: Jeremiah thought.

Andrew shrank back in his seat. This is definitely a case of Jeremiah flying into a rage for a woman.” Zane said Yvette fired a gun and scared a a pregnant woman into fainting. The whole thing sounded a bit far-fetched. If Zane hadn't mentioned the nof the pregnant woman, Andrew would have thought he was making it up.

If it was Winona, then it makes sense. That little schemer must have o make Yvetter so done something to make angry that she had to shoot. 'Andrew thought. 'It would be strange if Jeremiah's woman didn't have one.

He wasn't surprised that Yvette had a gun At the entrance of the police station, Robert and Victor stormed in, both dressed in formal suits. Sof the officers recognized Robert; he used to be a frequent visitor when Jonathan was the Chief, and they were very close.

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