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

After Yvette left, Jeremiah and Emmett entered the room. Emmett stood aside, bowing. “Mr. Chavez, everything

is ready. We've figured out Caleb's schedule. We can take action tonight at midnight. Caleb stormed out of the

auction yesterday because someone broke into his northern district mansion and stole something”

“He issued an order in the middle of the night-whoever finds the thief will be rewarded 660 thousand dollars. For

the locals, that’s no small sum. Speople in Kransbay are itching to move. We haven't been able to figure out

who did it, only that it was a man. Emmett added.

Jeremiah nodded, took off his dark green watch, worth over a million dollars, and casually placed it on the table.

He stepped out to the balcony next to the bathroom,

Leaning against the railing, he took out a cigarette and his phone from his pocket. He lit the cigarette, held it

between his index and middle fingers, and smoked. With his left hand, he scrolled through his phone while

saying “Okay. Go get ready”

It was deep into the night. The sky was covered with clouds; there were no stars or moon in sight. The

surroundings were shrouded in complete darkness.

In the northern mansion district, the night was hazy, buildings looming in the shadows. Only a few dim lights

filtered through the windows, faintly reflecting the figures inside, making them blurry and indistinct.

In the master bedroom, Caleb lay in the soft bed, sweating profusely, seemingly having had a nightmare. The

next moment. he jolted awake. Under the dim nightlight, he glanced at the woman still asleep beside him and

wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Thankfully, it was just a dream, though it had felt too real. In the dream, he had been shot right between the

eyes, dying a homble death.

Caleb wanted to get up for a glass of water. Just as he put on his slippers, he heard a chewing sound. In the dead

of night, it was especially eerie. His hair stood on end, his face darkening with fear. “Who's there? Cout.

Stop playing tricks!”

“Caleb, a voice called out.

Caleb stiffly turned his head and saw someone sitting on the couch. He couldn't see the person’s face, but he

knew they were dressed in black. Judging by the voice, it was a woman.

Hearing a woman's voice, Caleb lowered his guard. He turned on the large bedside lamp, instantly brightening

the entire room. Only then did he see the person on the couch clearly.

His eyes filled with astonishment-she was stunning, seductive but not gaudy, even more beautiful than the

woman he had captured and locked in the basement a few days ago.

A woman this beautiful, appearing in his mansion in the middle of the night-it was suspicious, to say the least.

Caleb didn’t dare lower his guard entirely. “Who are you? Why did you break into my mansion in the middle of

the night? How did you get in?”

Yvette, dressed in black, sat lazily on the couch, her legs crossed, blending into the darkness. She exuded an air

of mystery and danger. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at Caleb. Her gaze was devoid of any

emotion, only filled with coldness and defiance. “Do you want to die by your own hand, or should I do it?”

Calet stared at her as if he'd heard a joke and laughed out loud. Have you gone mad? You want to kill me? This

entire mansion district is my territory. What can a woman like you possibly do to kill me? Believe it or not, at my

command, countless people will rush in and tear you apart. Hahaha!” He laughed as he spoke.

“Oh? Go ahead then. Remember to shout louder,” Yvette uttered.

Caleb's laughter abruptly stopped. He caught a glimpse of Yvettes calm, mocking expression and suddenly

sensed

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something was wrong. With how loud his voice had been, someone should've cby now. Why was it still so

quiet?

Caleb thought of something and nudged the sleeping woman beside him. Once, no reaction. Twire, still nothing.

She was breathing, which meant she wasn’t dead-just unconscious. Did that mean everyone in the villa had been

drugged and rendered unconscious, just like her?

His thoughts immediately went to the woman who had been rescued. Back then, anyone who got within ten feet

of her would mysteriously faint and only wake up seven or eight hours later. Calebs was now certain that the

woman before him. and the one from before were working together. His eyes flashed with calculation, and his

attitude changed tically. becoming somewhat ingratiating.

The

“Miss, | don’t know who you are, but if you're here to avenge the woman | captured, | can give you money. No-

gold bars.

a safe in this mansion with gold bars in it. I'll give them all to you. | didn’t even touch her, so there's no deep

grudge between us, right? You can take the gold bars and leave. Let's pretend this never happened,” Caleb

suggested.

While he spoke, his right hand hidden behind him, reached for the second drawer of the nightstand, where he

had stashed a gun. His words were a distraction to lower Yvette’s guard. Just as he was about to grab the gun,

Yvette sent three silver needles directly into three acupuncture points on his body.

Caleb felt a surge of numbness and pain. He gritted his teeth and managed to grab the gun, ignoring the

growing discomfort in his body. Once he had the gun in his hand, his face twisted with rage, his eyes filled with

malice. He stared at Yvette intently with a lecherous gaze.

“Ha, stupid woman. Today's your last day. But if you're smart enough to pleasefor a few days, maybe I'll

have mercy and let you go. As Caleb gloated, he imagined how he would sell this rare beauty off to Afria after he

had his fun, fetching a hefty price. The more he thought about it, the louder he laughed.

Yvette rubbed her ear and stood up from the couch, hands in her pockets, looking at Caleb as if he were already

dead. “Have you laughed enough? If so, die.”

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