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

Yvette paused momentarily with the phone in her hand. Her voice was steady. “I got it.”

In a farmhouse in South East Aploth, Jeremiah stood in casual black clothes under the moonlight. Fresh blood

dripped from his sleeves.

Behind him was a group of men with tanned skin in traditional local attire, pinned to the ground by his men.

They cursed loudly in their native language and spoke an incomprehensible dialect.

Yvette’s clear and cold voice made Jeremiah’s heart skip a beat. | saw the school forum.”

Yvette looked up at the stars and placed the candy she had held back in her pocket. She paused momentarily

and softened her voice. “It's okay.

Jeremiah chuckled. His tone was gentle and indulgent.

Beside him, the soldier who had rushed over to report stood frozen in place and dared not move.

‘Oh my. Did the fierce major general-the military's devil-smile? Do | have a fever?’ thought the soldier, who

touched his forehead, confirming he had no fever. ‘He actually smiled!" he exclaimed inwardly.

Jeremiah noticed the soldier opposite him and nodded faintly. The soldier instinctively stepped back as he did not

dare eavesdrop on Jeremiah’s call.

Jeremiah said, “Okay. If you need anything, find Andrew. He's free.”

Andrew was soaking in the bath and humming a song, unaware that Jeremiah had volunteered him as labor for

Yvette.

Suddenly, Andrew sneezed and muttered to himself, wondering which beautiful woman was thinking about him.

“Okay,” replied Yvette.

Jeremiah added, “Sleep early.”

She said, “Sure.”

Even through the phone, Jeremiah could feel Yvette’s indifference. Feeling disappointed, he said, “Bye, then.”

“Wait,” said Yvette.

Jeremiah immediately put the phone back to his ear, a hint of anticipation growing inside him.

“What does Yvette want to tell me?’ he wondered. He awkwardly cleared his throat and asked in a low voice,

“What is it? I'm still here”

On the other side, Yvette adjusted her clothes, lowered her eyes, and pressed her lips together. “Those guys said

the last batch of goods is in the basement of a guy named Gamma'’s house. No one can find out,” she stated.

Jeremiah was taken aback. The next moment, he understood what Yvette meant and thought, ‘Yvette actually

understands

Strange

dialects?

The captives were part of an international human trafficking organization. They used various tricks to drug

women and children, smuggling them abroad to places to sell in lawless areas like the Golden Triangle, profiting

immensely from their crimes.

If anyone disobeyed, these traffickers would brutally harvest the o***ns and sell them to different countries

Jeremiah cto South East Aploth to uncover their hideouts and take them down at once.

The traffickers knew that the last group of women and children was their only bargaining chip and refused to

surrender.

Jeremiah had already thought of a way to get them to talk, but Yvette surprised him. “Okay. | got it.”

After the two hung up, the soldier rushed over anxiously and said, “General, they won't talk. What should we do

now?”

Jeremiah’s eyes flickered, his gaze fierce and deep like a night fire. His handsface turned somber. After

hanging up, he returned to the vicious devil figure feared internationally.

He spoke coldly, “Nothing. The captured people are at the house of a man named Gamma from this group.”

The soldier rejoiced that they finally discovered the whereabouts of the last group, although he did not know

their situation.

The soldier hated the criminals. After seeing the miserable condition of those who had been captured, he wished

he could shoot those criminals on the spot. They deserved severe punishment.

They were not people but animals. The youngest among the kidnapped children was only four, and they injured

their legs and forced them to beg on the streets. Young women were harassed and killed, their bodies left on

hillsides unattended.

Although the soldiers had witnessed such evil doings, the traffickers’ cruelty still shocked them.

However, there was not anything they could do. In such international cases, they had to keep them alive for

higher authorities to judge. After all, it involved two countries, and a soldier like him could not make such

decisions.

Jeremiah glanced at the men who were still struggling desperately in the distance. His darkened eyes narrowed,

gleaming with a sharp chill. “Execute them!”

The soldier suddenly lifted his head and stared at Jeremiah. In the darkness, his eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Yes, General.” The soldier finally understood why Jeremiah commanded such high respect in the military.

Even he understood the implications, so there was no way Jeremiah did not know, but the latter still issued such

an order.

The reason could only be to bring justice to those who were brutally killed.

From that moment on, Jeremiah had beca figure of faith in the soldier's heart.

In the dorm at Argrol University, Bonnie got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. On her way back,

she noticed flickering lights on the balcony and sleepily went over to check it out.

She asked, “Yve, why aren't you asleep yet? It's already three o'clock.”

Yvette turned around and turned off her phone. “Just about to.”

Bonnie asked no more questions and climbed back into bed to continue sleeping.

The next day, Simon frowned in the principal's office, holding the list for the Art Festival. He could tell someone

was deliberately targeting Yvette. Given her personality, she would never sign up for four events.

Being in the spotlight was not her thing. Given her trouble-averse nature, she probably did not even sign up for

any of the events herself.

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Besides James’ request, Simon felt a certain connection with Yvette.

If someone was plotting against Yvette, he could not just stand by and let it happen, and he thought the

university could not allow such chaotic behavior to take root.

Simon picked up the phone and made a call. “Mr. Williams, can you cto my office for a moment?”

Patrick immediately stopped working on his lesson plan when he got the call. When he arrived at the office,

Simon handed him the list and asked, “Who finalized this list?” His tone was ambiguous.

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Patrick felt slightly regretful but realized he could only play dumb at this point.

Patrick explained, “Mr. Sunderland, the student council made the list. What's wrong? It was released yesterday

afternoon. I've been busy with work and haven't had a chance to look at it yet.”

Simon stared at Patrick, who grew more uneasy.

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Simon listened to Patrick and thought he made ssense. He wanted to call Yvette to ask her about it but

decided not to avoid putting any pressure on her.

Simon would never have thought that the person framing Yvette was the student council president, Ruby.

“I understand. You can leave now. If Yvette wants to back out, don’t make it difficult for her. Just remove her

nfrom the list,” said Simon.

Patrick nodded repeatedly, and when he returned to his office, a teacher asked him why he had rushed to the

principal’s office.

He did not explain and just glossed it over. ‘Back out? I'll never let Yvette know what Mr. Sunderland said,” he «

thought.