<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Aurora was even more stunned after hearing Samantha’s exnation. She thought, ‘Who on earth is Yvette? If it weren’t for our rtionship, I would wanted to bow down in admiration too. This girl…‘</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Samantha saw the shocked expression on Aurora’s face; actually, she was the same, just moreposed than Aurora on the surface.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Aurora sighed, “I didn’t expect Yvette to look so docile and yet be an Interpol officer. This job must be very dangerous.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Samantha coughed lightly. She thought, ‘Does Mrs. Chavez have any misunderstanding about the word docile? If Yve is docile, there would be no docile women in the world. Not to mention what happened at the bar before, just in the live broadcast, Robin was abused by Yve to the point of being unrecognizable. Mrs. Chavez’s impression of docile Yve was too deep. It can’t change.‘</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">So the two famous strong women in Betrico stood in the Chavez living room, staring at each other with strange expressions until a servant came in and said Yvette had arrived, and they both snapped back to reality.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Aurora was taken aback. “You say Yvette is here?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cara, being older and not often using her phone, was naturally unaware of today’s events. She didn’t understand why Mrs. Chavez looked so strange upon hearing Ms. Zeller’s arrival.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Aurora quickly instructed Cara, “Quick, prepare some desserts. Yvette must be tired after the morning’s turmoil; she needs to eat more to make up for it.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cara immediately went to the kitchen to order people to prepare something delicious.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Samantha was overjoyed. She thought, ‘Yvette must see my text message ande directly to the Chavez residence. Wow, does this mean I have a tiny bit of status in Yve’s heart?‘</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Samantha quickly straightened her clothes and even took out a small mirror to touch</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">up her makeup.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Aurora turned her head and was taken aback by Samantha’s actions. She thought, ‘What is this girl’s problem? Why is she putting on makeup?‘</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Two minutester, Yvette walked in from outside. In the living room, the two women, sitting with the posture of elementary school students, immediately stood up straight as if they were in a military training session.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette changed into her slippers and nodded politely to Aurora. “Hello, Mrs. Chavez.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She looked very docile, and Aurora, looking at Yvette with some excitement, sat down next to her and cautiously asked, “Yvette, are you really an Interpol officer?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She still found it hard to believe and had to ask the person herself to feel at ease.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette’s eyebrows lowered, her gaze calm and deep, she raised her eyebrows and said nonchntly, “Yes.”</font></font>
Just that one word made Aurora feel grounded. Now she finally knew what kind of amazing Yvette was. She felt the pressure. Aurora really considered whether she should return to the business world. She thought, ‘Maybe mypany isn’t big enough for Yvette to look down on. Should I start a second business and create apany that Yvette could appreciate? That seemed feasible.
Samantha, sitting on the side of the sofa, had bright eyes; she was really curious about how Yvette became an Interpol officer.
With a face full of excitement, Samantha stared at Yvette, wanting to speak but hesitating. A few minutester, she couldn’t help but ask, “Yve, how did you be a first–ss Interpol officer?”
Yvette sat on the sofa, looked up, poked at her water ss with her beautiful fingertips, and nodded casually, her voice as light as could be. “It’s simple, I just solved a few small cases.”
Aurora and Samantha looked at each other, their expressions surprisingly unanimous. They thought, ‘So, how small are these cases?’
However, both knew that the “small” in her mouth was not the same as the “small” in their eyes. They thought, ‘If they are really such small cases, how can she get into Interpol and be a first–ss officer?‘
Samantha looked at Yvette, who wasfortably nestled on the sofa. She thought, ‘She indeed looks docile and honest. Uh… Is this big shot a master of face–changing? Is this the same person from the live broadcast just now?‘
Aurora, not giving up, asked again, “So, Yvette, could you specify how small?”
Yvette lowered her eyes, silent for a few seconds. Looking at the two curious faces, she was calm andposed, her voice in and indifferent. “Seven years ago, I arrested the Mysonna serial killer, five years ago, I killed the head of the tugrea Mafia, and three years ago, I sent the leader of the Yoris cult to his maker.”
Yvette only mentioned a few simple things, and there were others that were not even worth mentioning.
As Yvette’s voice fell, the expressions on Aurora and Samantha’s faces became more and more colorful. They thought, “These cases seemed to make us tremble just by listening. Serial killer? Iugrea Mafia? Cult leader? If these were the small things in Yvette’s mouth, then what could be called big events?‘Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.
At this moment, Cara came in and put the prepared desserts on the table. Leaning over, she said enthusiastically, Ms. Zeller, these desserts were specially air–freighted by Mrs. Chavez. They are prepared every day, just waiting for you toe and try them.”
Yvette nodded slightly. “Okay, thank you.”
Cara thought Yvette was perfect in every way, the best–looking and with the best personality.
Yvette, who had already eaten a te of Iugreapasta, began to quietly eat a second round.
focused eyes and stiff bodies, wondering, ‘Why is Cara looked at Aurora and Samantha, who were sitting on the sofa with Mrs. Chavez fine but now looks like this again? Even Ms. Mitchell has the same expression as Mrs. Chavez.
When Yvette ate a small piece of cake and wiped her mouth, the two finally came to their senses.
Samantha swallowed her saliva, looked at Yvette eating desserts, took a deep breath, and nodded. She couldn’t help but say, “Yve, do you know that you are really awesome!”
Aurora also forgot about her status and instantly became a fan of Yvette. She pursed her lips and sincerely eximed, “A vette, you are really awesome!”
Cara had a confused expression. She thought, ‘Who am I? Where am I? What has stimted Mrs. Chavez? It’s okay for Ms. Mitchell to say that. But Mrs. Chavez, how can she say such a vulgar thing?”
Yvette wiped her mouth, her voice light and indifferent. Half–closing her eyes,zily and casually, she said, “Just ok.”
The other three people in the living room were silent.
When Jeremiah entered, Yvette had already finished three small desserts. Aurora and Samantha were just apanying her, watching piece after piece of dessert go into Yvette’s stomach. They thought, ‘We are jealous. What kind of physique is she, eating every meal without missing, but her figure is still so good!‘
Jeremiah walked in with his military boots, and saw this scene, his eyes slightly moved, and his gaze fell on Yvette, who was eating like a little hamster. His eyes were deep. He thought, ‘Yvette’s gluttonous attribute would never change.”