Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Aurora was even more stunned after hearing Samantha’s explanation. She thought, ‘Who on earth is Yvette? If it weren’t for our relationship, I would wanted to bow down in admiration too. This girl…‘

Samantha saw the shocked expression on Aurora’s face; actually, she was the same, just more composed than Aurora on the surface.

Aurora sighed, “I didn’t expect Yvette to look so docile and yet be an Interpol officer. This job must be very dangerous.”

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.‘

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.

Aurora was taken aback. “You say Yvette is here?”

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.

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.”

Cara immediately went to the kitchen to order people to prepare something delicious.

Samantha was overjoyed. She thought, ‘Yvette must see my text message and come directly to the Chavez residence. Wow, does this mean I have a tiny bit of status in Yve’s heart?‘

Samantha quickly straightened her clothes and even took out a small mirror to touch

up her makeup.

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?‘

Two minutes later, 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.

Yvette changed into her slippers and nodded politely to Aurora. “Hello, Mrs. Chavez.”

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?”

She still found it hard to believe and had to ask the person herself to feel at ease.

Yvette’s eyebrows lowered, her gaze calm and deep, she raised her eyebrows and said nonchalantly, “Yes.”

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 my company isn’t big enough for Yvette to look down on. Should I start a second business and create a company 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 minutes later, she couldn’t help but ask, “Yve, how did you become a first–class Interpol officer?”

Yvette sat on the sofa, looked up, poked at her water glass 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 become a first–class officer?‘

Samantha looked at Yvette, who was comfortably 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?‘NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

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 and composed, her voice plain 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?‘

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 to come 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 plate 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 exclaimed, “A vette, you are really awesome!”

Cara had a confused expression. She thought, ‘Who am I? Where am I? What has stimulated 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, lazily 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 accompanying 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.”