Chapter 451_Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Samantha asked, “Jeremiah, we should hurry and follow them. That woman doesn’t look good. The way she looked at Yvette. it was like she wanted to eat her. She’s definitely a pervert. What Yvette identally gets ambushed by that woman?”

 Charles and Eagle King remained calm. Having followed Yvette for years, they knew better than anyone. No one can touch Yvette unless she allows it. Whatever bad intentions this woman has, she’ll likely end up hurting herself..

 Emmett, while believing in Yvette’s abilities, still shared Samantha’s concerns. He nodded and added, “Jeremiah, I think Samantha is right. We should follow them.”

 Jeremiah sat there, his eyes cold and his face expressionless. Despite hearing their words, he showed no intention of moving. Emmett and Samantha looked at Jeremiah, puzzled, ‘Why isn’t Jeremiah worried at all? This is highly unusual.

 Eagle King quickly calmed Emmett and Samantha down, ncing at Jeremiah. ‘Could it be that he also knows the secret signal between the boss and me, which is why he’s so calm? Eagle King thought.

 Eagle King exined, “Just now, the boss’s right finger moved three times lightly. It’s our secret signal. She doesn’t want us to follow.”

 Emmett, Charles, and Samantha looked at Eagle King, feeling a bit jealous. Yvette actually has a secret signal with Eagle King. Eagle King nced at Jeremiah, curious. “Jeremiah, do you also know the secret signal between the boss and me?”

 The other three were also curious. They wondered, ‘Could it be that Yvette gave the same secret signal to both Jeremiah and Eagle King?”

 Jeremiah put down his wine ss, his gaze deep and his face expressionless as he scanned the group. In a low voice, he said, “She neverpliments me on my looks during normal times.”

 It was clear that Yvette was just trying to reassure him, and he waspletely taken in by it. Despite his concern, he wouldn’t go against Yvette’s wishes.

 For some reason, the four–Eagle King, Emmett, Charles, and Samantha–could sense a hint of grievance in Jeremiah’s tone.

 In the car, Lucille drove a regr sedan, turning to look at Yvette in the back seat. She asked carefully, “Yvette, what brings you to Voraxia? Are you here for tourism?”

 Yvette lowered her head, fiddling with her phone. Her gaze turned deep, like a cold pond when she saw the message from Jeremiah. Upon hearing Lucille’s probing words, she raised an eyebrow and replied expressionlessly, “Got dumped by my boyfriend.”

 Jeremiah was speechless.

 Just those few words made Lucille, who was driving, instantly imagine a beautiful woman being hurt by a man and ending up utterly disheartened. She felt more at ease, especially since there had been some mysterious forces appearing in Fhongsoly over the past two days.

 They had wiped out the Crimson des overnight without a whisper, so she still needed to be cautious. ‘But what could a pretty girl like Yvette stir up?‘ she thought. She didn’t believe a woman could take down an entire gang–that would be absurd.

 The car drove southeast for nearly an hour before finally stopping in front of a vi. By then, Lucille knew they were in the boss’s territory. Even if Yvette wanted to back out now, she wouldn’t stand a chance. She’d have to behave.

 Two burly men stood guard at the entrance of the vi, one on each side, looking menacing. Lucille led Yvette to the door and whispered something to the man on the right. He kept ncing at Yvette.

 Yvette, hands in her pockets, had a delicate and beautiful face, with a cool and detached demeanor, She paid no attention to the man’s scrutiny, which made him wary.

 But after Larcille’s persistent persuasion and the promise of a few days ofpanionship, the man finally relented and let

 them in

 Seeing the man give the go–ahead, Lucille quickly gestured to Yvette. Yvette followed Lucille into the vi at a leisurely pace.

 As soon as they entered, Lucille saw the figure standing in the center of the room and immediately knelt down, sping her hands together and bowing to the ground. “Boss.”

 In the opulent living room, a tall woman slowly turned around. She wore a mask on her right cheek, revealing only the left side, which was burned and scarred.

 The left side of her face was terrifying, covered in worm–like scars that twisted and turned, making anyone who looked at it feel nauseous.

 When Yvette saw the woman, her gaze remained unchanged. She simply nced at her and then, to the woman’s and Lucille’s surprise, walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing her long legs.

 Her face showed no emotion, and her eyes were half–lidded as she spoke in a t tone, “Orange juice, thanks. The moment the masked woman saw Yvette, she was taken aback.

 She had expected this woman to be terrified and run away or faint upon seeing her, but instead, Yvette waspletely calm -too calm.

 The masked woman stared at Yvette, a smile curling at the corners of her lips, her eyes gleaming. She instructed the servant. Go, get this beautifuldy a ss of orange juice.”

 The servant bowed and said softly, “Boss, do you need anything extra?”

 The woman paused, her smile deepening. Then she told the servant, “No need,” indicating that she didn’t n to add anything.

 In the living room, the masked woman ignored Lucille, who was still kneeling on the floor. She sat down opposite Yvette, deliberately showing her disfigured face. “Beauty, aren’t you afraid of my face? You’re the only one who stays so calm.”

 Yvette crossed her ankles, her dark eyes devoid of warmth, a hint of ruthlessness in her smile as she stared at the masked woman’s half–disfigured face.

 She pulled at the corner of her lip and spoke in a calm tone, word by word, “Fire burn, ten years, at least three failed stic surgeries.”

 The masked woman froze. She thought, “This girl was spot on, even knowing about the three failed surgeries.‘ She said sinisterly, “Are you a doctor? A stic surgeon? What do you think of my face?”

 Yvette raised an eyebrow, her delicate features slightly lifted. “It’s quite nice.”

 The masked woman was stunned, and even Lucille, kneeling on the floor, trembled in fear. Everyone knew the boss hated suchments. Yvette was the first to call her face ‘nice‘Material ? N?velDrama.Org.

 Lucille, fearing Yvette would implicate her, quickly said nervously, “Yvette, don’t talk nonsense. Quickly apologize to the boss, hurry up.”

 The masked woman stared at Yvette; her eyes unmoving. Yvette shifted her gaze, her beautiful eyes showing no fear. ‘Was she trying to outdo me in ruthlessness?‘ the masked woman thought.

 After a moment, the masked boss suddenly burst intoughter and fixed her intense gaze on Yvette. “You’re Yvette? You’re a very interesting woman. I admire you. If you’re willing, stay with me. I’ll make you the best, standing where no one else can reach.”

 Yvettezily lifted her gaze and leaned back, and her eyes glinted with mischief. Her eyes narrowed, focusing for a few seconds, then her lips curved into a yful smirk. “Hello, Ms. Miller

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