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

Malcolm's face lit up with delight. The people he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

He raised his head, glaring maliciously at Yvette, clearly up to no good.

His voice was venomous. "Miss, I hope you can keep up that confidence a little longer." Robin, pretending to be fierce with the support of Malcolm, said, “Just wait. Interpol won't let you get away with this. You're finished." Yvette flexed her wrist and twirled the gun in her hand, pointing it directly at both of them.

Their faces turned pale. Now, this little silver gun was their worst nightmare.

They held back the rest of their words. Another shot and they might really be done for.

Darnell received instructions from above. He was told to delay as much as possible, waiting for Jeremiah to arrive, and under no circumstances could Interpol take Yvette away.

Darnell felt overwhelmed. The task was incredibly challenging.

It had been years since he faced such a challenge. It seemed he had to make a comeback today.

Darnell walked over to Yvette's side and said in a solemn tone, "Ms. Zeller, Interpol is definitely going to insist on taking you away. They're known for being forceful, so if any conflict arises, please stay safe." Yvette looked up. Her dark eyes slightly narrowed, calm yet deep, with a hint of a smile on her stunningly beautiful face, exuding a cool demeanor.

Her voice was flat. "Don't worry. I'm way tougher than they are." Darnell gave an awkward chuckle, thinking, 'How could she be joking around at a tlike this? 'But those are Interpol agents! Tougher than them? Just how tough is that?' Later, Darnell found out that Yvette hadn't been lying at all. When she got tough, she really was tough.

The leader of Interpol was Jack White, dispatched from the Mysonna headquarters. He looked to be in his early thirties.

With brown hair and a straight nose, he was tall and had striking facial features.

He barged in with over a dozen Interpol agents, facing off against two opposing groups.

His expression was grim. Yet, he had a sense of intrigue and curiosity.

Strutting through the two opposing parties, Jack arrogantly demanded, "Who called the police?" Malcolm, once so bold, now nodded subserviently. He had no trace of arrogance.

"Hello, Mr. White, I'm Malcolm Hart, the secretary to the Ybaulla PrMinister. I'm the one who reported the incident. A Clusian woman blatantly fired atand Mr. Jenkins from Ybaulla. You can see our injuries for yourself. This is a very serious international criminal case. It's clear that Clusia is biased toward the real culprit. We hope that Interpol can provide us with a fair judgment." Jack let out a scornful laugh. He glanced at Malcolm, who was holding his wound, and at Robin, whose face was as pale as a sheet.

'Two grown men were injured by a woman with a gun? Seriously how useless can they be?' thought Jack. Darnell stepped forward. In a deep voice, he said, "Mr. Hart didn't tell the whole story. Today's incident started because Robin made arrogant remarks insulting the women of Clusia. Ms. Zeller intervened because she couldn't stand it. There's a cause and effect here, so this matter is understandable. Mr. White, we'll handle this internally within Clusia, so there's no need to trouble you." Darnell had worked with Jack before, and he knew just how bad-tempered Jack could be.

Hearing this, Jack wasn't pleased and instantly shifted to a professional attitude.

He said in fluent Clusian, "Since the authorities here in Ybaulla have called the police, we can't just sit idly by. We need to arrest the woman who injured others right away. Where is she? The Clusian police should turn her over, and Interpol will ensure a fair trial." Darnell's expression soured a bit.

It was clear that Interpol was determined to intervene in this matter.

Yvette was surrounded by Clusian police, so Jack didn't notice her when he first entered.

As soon as Robin heard this, he immediately pointed at Yvette standing in the middle, and said angrily, "Mr. White, it's her. This woman is named Yvette. She's the one who attacked us." Jack casually glanced in the direction Robin was pointing. He froze in place, utterly stunned.

His jaw practically dropped in amazement. He immediately stepped back two paces.

And then he rubbed his eyes, looking completely incredulous and shocked.

He thought, 'Whoa... How did this legendary figure just show up out of nowhere? That shouldn't be possible.

'She has always been in Mysonna, someone whom even the chairman of the headquarters has to schedule an appointment to see.

'And now she's suddenly right in front of me? 'Oh my God. Am I dreaming?' After confirming he hadn't mistaken her for someone else, Jack walked over confidently.

He stood in front of Yvette, quickly holstering his sidearm, standing at attention, and saluting.

The whole motion was smooth and fluid. His face was filled with excitement. Even his voice was slightly trembling.

"Officer, reporting in. I'm Jack White, badge number 0036, chief inspector of the Betrico Interpol division. I never expected to see you here. Do you have an assignment? Do you need my help?" asked Jack.

What a shocking twist. Darnell, Malcolm, Robin, and all their people stood there with stunned expressions. All of them were frozen in place.

Malcolm couldn't believe his eyes and ears. He wondered, 'What is happening? Officer? The chief inspector of Interpol actually called this Yvette 'Officer'? No way!' He was in shock, trembling, his face as pale as a sheet.

He thought she was just an aordinary woman from Clusia. It turned out that she had transformed into an Interpol officer.

Even someone of Jack's rank had to treat her with such respect.

Now he understood why this girl dared to openly fire at him and Robin.

It turned out to be because she was an Interpol officer.

Robin was even more dumbfounded. He had never seen such a scene before.

Seeing someone like Jack, who usually had others bowing to him, treating Yvette with such respect was surprising.

Even if he were a fool, he realized he had messed with someone way out of his league.

Darnell stared at the scene in front of him. He was completely dumbfounded.

He wondered, 'How does Mr.

Jeremiah Chavez's girlfriend transform into an Interpo! officer? ve What kind of rank is this? A rank that even made a sheriff like Jack act so deferential? This really makeswant to curse! 'No wonder she is so confident, not afraid of the whole Interpol thing. Turns out she's one of them? 'Mr. Jeremiah Chavez's girlfriend is an Interpol? 'Who would believe it without witnessing it in person, that Jack would be so respectful to a girl in her twenties?' Yvette looked at the man saluting her. She didn't recognize him.

Jack noticed the puzzled look on Yvette's face. He paused for a moment, thinking, 'How did I forget? She was surrounded by presidents and ministers at that time. How could she pay attention to someone like me?'

Jack quickly added, "Ms. Zeller, I've seen you before, but you haven't seen me. At that time, the minister was with you only managed to catch a glimpse of you from a distance since my rank wasn't high enough to attend your lectures." As soon as he said that, everyone was in disbelief again.

They thought, 'Jack implied that even he, a sheriff, wasn't qualified to talk with Yvette.

'And what about those lectures? What does that even mean?' Malcolm's body trembled slightly as he cautiously glanced at Yvette, who stood with her hands in her pockets.

He looked at Jack again and asked, "Mr. White, have you got the wrong person? She has a gun? She shot..."

Before he could finish, Jack cut him off ruthlessly with a sharp rebuke, "Sir, what are you saying? How could I be mistaken? Ms. Zeller is a top-level international police officer and a crucial person under our protection. It's completely legal and justified for her to have a gun." х