Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Darnell received a distress call from the visiting Ybaulla delegation, and he was almost in tears.

He really thought he was having a streak of bad luck this year.

Every time this happened, it was always him on duty.

He had just watched the livestream and couldn’t help but think it was so darn satisfying.

Robin deserved it even if he was beaten to death. He really didn’t want to save this guy.

Darnell immediately recognized the girl in the video was the one who was with Aurora at the dessert shop that day.

Later, it spread through the upper echelons of Betrico that Jeremiah’s girlfriend was named Yvette.

‘This name?‘ thought Darnell.

He just realized that, in the dessert shop, it was Susan and Yvette ganging up on a troublemaker.

This issue could be either significant or trivial.

Darnell didn’t dare to take action without orders and had to report to his superiors first, waiting for instructions

When Darnell reopened the live stream, he saw Robin lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Meanwhile, Yvette sat on the chair enjoying a milkshake. Blood was splattered everywhere. It looked incredibly eerie.

In the live stream chat room, all of a sudden, someone started sending a series of carnival gifts. It wasn’t just from one person, but a group of over a dozen people.

The screen exploded in a burst of colors, leaving viewers dazzled.

[Whoa! Who’s doing this? They’re sending a series of carnival gifts. It is worth 1 million dollars, right?]

[It’s not just one person. These IDs all seem pretty new, wow…]

[How many are there now? How many carnival gifts are there?]

[Can’t keep count. Can’t keep count.]

[This is crazy. Everyone’s gone nuts. How much money is this? The streamer’s about to get rich!]

The male streamer was completely stunned. These gifts could easily afford him a house in Betrico.

This must be what it felt like to strike it rich overnight.

The screen kept filling with carnival gifts, sports cars, and fireworks.

The livestream room was in chaos. All of them wondering who these wealthy viewers were.

In the Mitchell residence, Samantha looked at the livestream scene, a smile tugging at her lips. Yvette’s moves were indeed-fierce.

Samantha had a group chat with the compound kids.

There were even those who had witnessed Yvette handle the incident with Kiera at the bar.

After she sent over the livestream link, she didn’t even need to say anything.

Those compound kids knew just what to do and rushed into the livestream room. They started a flashy barrage of comments.

The group name was coined by Andrew, though everyone opposed it at first.

However, Andrew had Samantha’s backing and held onto Jeremiah’s powerful support. This group of compound kids could only reluctantly accept the embarrassing group name.

The livestream room was being flooded by these poor little kids.

After sending thirty carnival gifts, Joel returned to the chat group.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Joel: [Wow, Yvette is really awesome. Next time I see her, don’t stop me. I must bow to her twice.]

Jared sent twenty sports car gifts and then returned to the chat group.

Jared: [Say no more. Count me in. I’ll bow three times. I bet that Robin never thought he’d get outdone by her, but he totally deserves it.]

Court’s son: [Damn. I feel the same. How about we do it together? Mine’s bound to be louder than both of yours.]

[You three sure are impressive. By the way, Yvette’s combat skills are even stronger when she’s sober than when she’s tipsy. I’m impressed.]

[You’re impressed only now? I’ve been impressed for ages. Enough talk. Let’s just bow together.]

You two still chit–chatting? Hurry back and keep sending gifts.]

Samantha saw the conversation in the group chat, smiled, and put away her phone.

This matter had really blown up. She had to go support Yvette no matter what.

Even if the sky fell, she had to help keep it up with Yvette.

In Sunrise Group, Liam was wide–eyed with shock, watching the live stream. His expression was one of horror.

Liam wondered, ‘What kind of big shot is Ms. Zeller, anyway?

That is the son of the Jenkins family, and he just got beaten up like it was nothing?

‘I don’t know how to describe my feelings at this moment… I am totally impressed!‘

Liam saw Howard coming out of the office and hurried up to him.

“Boss, you’ve got to see this. Something’s happened,” said Liam.

Howard took the phone from Liam, who filled him in on what was going on.

Unexpectedly, there was no surprise. Howard’s expression darkened as he watched Yvette sipping a milkshake on the livestream.

Howard thought, ‘Ms. Zeller is the world’s top–ranked assassin.

‘Who cares about Robin or Robert? Whether he lives or dies is up to Ms. Zeller.

‘But the tricky part is now everyone around the world has seen it, which makes it a bit troublesome.’

Howard said, “Didn’t the Jenkins family want us to invest in that partnership?”

Liam paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, boss, the Ybaulla branch is reviewing it.”

Howard glanced at the screen and saw Robin looking barely conscious.

He said coldly, “Tell the branch there’s no need to consider it anymore. Just reject it. Say that Robin messed with the wrong person and none of Sunrise Group’s businesses will ever deal with the Jenkins family again.”

Liam nodded, bewildered. He thought, ‘Robin offended Yvette and Mr. Yates cut off the Jenkins family’s financial resources…‘

Howard had already left. He stepped back again, looking at the screen filled with colorful things, and asked, “What’s this?”

Liam quickly explained, “Mr. Yates, those are viewers sending gifts to the streamer to support Ms. Zeller.”

Howard stared at the screen for a couple of seconds before saying, “Oh, just move 15 million dollars from my account and send it all.”

Liam stood there in shock, and by the time he realized, Howard was already far away.

The livestream room was in an uproar again. Just now, someone sent gifts worth 15 million dollars all at once, didn’t even leave a name, and left.

When the viewers tried to check the account, they found it had already been deactivated.

This time, the online audience really saw what it meant to have money to burn.

At the police station, Darnell received orders from higher–ups to dispatch, and half an hour had already passed.

The message from above was simple. As long as Robin was alive the rest was Clusia’s own business. They would handle it themselves. No need for outsiders to get involved.

The message was clear and concise. Darnell definitely understood.

Darnell waved his hand. It was time to take action. No matter what, they had to make it look real.

On the way, the young officer driving watched his foot on the gas pedal, keeping the speed precisely at thirty miles per hour.

Darnell sat in the passenger seat, relaxed.

This was the perfect time to enjoy the scenery. Usually, there was just no time for that. He could take advantage of the opportunity now.

The young officer spoke up, “Mr. Tucker, do you think we’re going a bit too fast? At this rate, we’ll arrive in under twenty minutes.”

Darnell turned around and patted the young officer on the shoulder. “Yeah, we’re going a bit fast. In the city, you really can’t go over the limit. Keep it at twenty–five.”

The young officer nodded quickly. “Okay, Mr. Tucker.”

Led by Darnell, three police cars advanced with a grand presence.

Each car moved steadily at a speed not exceeding thirty miles per hour.

Inside the café, Robin kept drifting in and out of consciousness, repeatedly.

He had just sent a request for help to the visiting Ybaulla delegation. They should arrive soon.

Yvette finished two milkshakes and then ordered some pasta.

The so–called goddess turned into a mukbang.

Lucy sat across from her.

In the corner sat Robin, battered with a gloomy face.

Blood smudged from Robin was everywhere around him. It looked like a crime scene.