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

Silas and Yvette agreed that Yvette would come to Mysonna in three months to help supervise the interns for a week.

Silas was satisfied. They chatted casually for a bit more before going their separate ways.

As soon as Yvette entered the apartment, she saw Flying Fish sitting on the couch, looking troubled.

To run or not to run, that is the question. Flying Fish thought,

Flying Fish looked at Yvette as Yvette walked in. Flying Fish said firedly, “Boss, you’re finally here.”

Yvette nodded. She figured out why Flying Fish had that expression.

The antique thing?” Yvette asked.

Flying Fish felt nervous. She thought, “Who could have guessed Boss knows Silas? If Lhad known, I would never have taken the job.

Yvette’s delicate eyebrows raised slightly, her expression indifferent, with a subtle smile on her lips. Her voice was deep, saying, “It’s sorted out. Silas won’t pursue it anymore.”

Upon hearing this, Flying Fish leaped up from the sofa and rushed in front of Yvette quickly. Then, under Yvette’s cool gaze, she came to a sudden stop.

“Boss, is it sorted out? That old guy isn’t going to follow up? I can finally relax. He’s got all those toxins, what if he played a trick on me? I’m really scared, Flying Fish said.

Yvette took off her canvas shoes, put on her slippers, and hand in her pocket. She walked unhurriedly towards Charles’s room. She gave a slight nod in response to Flying Fish’s words.

Seeing Yvette head towards Charles, Flying Fish decided not to follow. Instead, she flopped back onto the couch and made a call to the Eagle King.

Eagle King said he took a job and had been gone for three days without a word.

After Silas left, Charles lay on the bed, feeling strength slowly returning to his body. First, his facial features, then his hands and feet, and now he could move his whole body.

As Charles tried to get up, Yvette pushed the door open and came in, raising an eyebrow at his movement.

Charles looked up and then struggled to prop

“Ms. Zeller, you’re here,” Charles greeted.

himself up and sit

Yvette, with one leg bent, lounged lazily in a bean bag chair, exuding a very relaxed vibe. Charles sat awkwardly to the side.

Aside from these past couple of days, Charles’s impression of Yvette was still stuck on that six-month hell training from years ago. They had barely kept in touch since.

Yvette took out her black phone, lowered her gaze, and logged into a game. Charles stood quietly on the side, not daring to -interrupt

Yvette didn’t look up. She continued playing her game, speaking in a detached and cool voice, “What are your plans now! Charles was silent for a moment, then he looked at Yvette and shared his thoughts.

“Ms. Zeller, my life was saved by Damian, Now that Braydon has acted against me, I feel I’ve repaid that debt. I don’t owe the

Goodman family anymore. Can I… Charles hesitated as he got to this point, feeling embarrassed to continue.

Yvette turned off the game, glanced up at Charles’s slightly flushed face, and pressed her lips together,

“Spit it out, Yvette said.

Charles shifted uncomfortably, struggling to find the right words. He said, “Ms. Zeller, I want to follow you.”

There was a pause.

Receiving no immediate reply, a wave of sadness came over Charles, as he guessed what Yvette meant.

‘Her silence seems like a silent refusal, Charles thought. Just as Charles was about to say something else, Yvette spoke up.. “Okay.” Yvette replied.

Charles couldn’t believe it, his face lit up with joy. ‘Does Ms. Zeller agree? Really? Charles thought with surprise.

The enormous surprise almost left Charles stunned. It took him a moment to get back to normal, and he seemed more energetic than before.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Thank you, Ms. Zeller, Charles said.

Yvette paused and looked at the ecstatic Charles, feeling it was still necessary to remind him.

“I’m attending college in Seacrity at Clusia. Prepare yourself. We leave the day after tomorrow, Yvette said.

The joy on Charles’s face instantly turned into horror. Is Ms. Zeller going to college? What a joke!’ he thought.

Charles asked cautiously, “Ms. Zeller, does Professor Fry know you’re going to college?”

Yvette shrugged indifferently, saying, “He doesn’t know, and there’s no need for him to.”

Charles didn’t know what to say. Probably only Yvette dared to be so blunt with Professor Fry, the principal of the top university.

Professor Fry’s students were more than qualified to be professors at the top university. Yet Yvette went to a small city in Clusia to go back to college. “Who can even understand this decision?’ Charles thought.

Back then, Yvette graduated as the top student in the finance department at the top university. But now she was going back to Clusia to study again. Just thinking about it was pretty exciting.

Yvette stood up, getting ready to leave.

Seeing Yvette was about to leave, Charles quickly said, “Ms. Zeller, you should remind Mr. Walson to watch out for Braydon. He might be planning something soon.”

Yvette nodded. She pushed the door open and left.

When Yvette returned to the living room, Flying Fish was video chatting with Eagle King They were in a lively argument, going back and forth.

Seeing Yvette come out, Flying Fish instantly turned the camera towards her. A face of extraordinary beauty showed up on

the screen.

Eagle King was taken aback by Yvette’s face for a second. Then he shouted, “Boss, boss, I’m here!”

Yvette’s delicate expression softened. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Eagle King on the video.

It looks like he has pretty good food there to get him rounder, Yvette thought.

08:23 Wed, Oct 16

Chapter 198

Yvette responded with a simple “Hmm.” She remembered she had to meet someone later, so she didn’t stay long and lett after saying a few words.

West Isle was where Damian, the former patriarch of the Goodman family, now resided.

A few years ago, Braydon drove Damian out of the center of power in the Goodman family, banishing him to this place.

Damian had ruled the Mysonna underworld for detades had long since retired to a tranquil life, free from worldly concerns

Who was Damian?

About forty years ago, when the Mysonna underground was in chaos, he started from nothing, using his sharp insight and ruthless methods. In just a few years, he formed the Goodman Clan and spent the next ten years conquering and unifying the Mysonna underworld gangs.

It wasn’t until a few years ago when Braydon came to power that Damian’s influence began to wane, ultimately resulting in his exile to the remote West Isle..

Inside a magnificent villa on West Isle, Damian with graying hair, leaning on a cane, stood by the fish tank wearing dark, traditional Clusian attire.

He held fish food in his hand, watching a variety of exotic fish scramble for it.

A deep smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face as he tossed all the fish food in. Then he turned and walked over to the couch..

He rubbed the dragon head of the cane with his hands. He narrowed his eyes, seeming lost in thought.

Soon, another elderly, plain-looking man with a slightly fierce appearance entered from outside.

This old man was Tyson Stonewall. He was the infamous ancient martial arts expert of the Mysonna underground. He was also Damian’s inseparable butler, who had been through thick and thin with Damian for decades.

Damian looked up, a chilling glare appearing in his cloudy eyes

“Have you confirmed it? Is she back?” Damian asked.

Tyson’s expression darkened slightly as he nodded, showing respect towards Damian

“Mr. Goodman, she’s back. Mr. Braydon Goodman has already met with her, but it didn’t go well. They parted on bad terms. Reports from the Goodman family insiders say that Mr. Braydon Goodman got so angry because of her that he wiped out over a hundred members of the Tiger Head, Tyson said.

Damian let out a cold laugh, his drooping eyelids casting a shadow over his face.

‘Braydon is still so incompetent. Over the years, I have given him many opportunities to practice. Yet he loses his composure as soon as he sees her. He’s utterly unreliable, Damian thought.

“Make arrangements. I need to return to Mysonna. Since she’s back, we should at least meet, Damian said.

Tyson nodded.