Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Meanwhile, in Mysonna, Eagle King and Flying Fish, who hadn’t watched TV or newspapers for three days and didn’t use their phones, were vacationing at a secluded estate. They were completely unaware of what was happening outside and had been playing hide and seek with wild animals lately.

The vacation estate was located in the southwest end of Mysonna, surrounded by dozens of miles with few people. Only Eagle King and Flying Fish were there, choosing this place because it was owned by Yvette and they controlled the entire area.

Yvette liked this place for simple reasons: few people, the ability to build their own airstrip, and plenty of wild animals. When they had nothing to do, the three of them could practice or compete. Although there was no suspense in winning or losing, it was still fun. More importantly, the meat from the animals was fresher and tastier.

Upstairs, Flying Fish suddenly stood up from the computer desk and rushed downstairs, shouting, “Damn it, damn it! Eagle King, come out, something big is happening!”

Downstairs, Eagle King had just put oatmeal into a bowl when he saw Flying Fish running down in a white shirt, her long legs exposed and swinging, making his eyes hurt.

Seeing her flustered, Eagle King sighed helplessly. ‘This woman never has a stable moment. She can only be serious when she’s on a mission. He took Flying Fish from her and rubbed her messy, frizzy hair. “Early in the morning, why are you shouting here instead of going back to sleep? What happened?”

Flying Fish quickly showed Eagle King her phone screen. It was clear–the Black Gold Network forum had pinned the order information to the top.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

[Mr. Jenkins‘ order has been accepted by Zola]

Eagle King looked at the words, a bit confused. “The Boss has come out of retirement and is taking orders now? But this order is too low–profile. Why would the Boss bother to kill an Interpol agent?‘

Flying Fish nodded, picking up the freshly cooked oatmeal and moving to the dining table. “What does it mean that the

Boss took this order? Is she coming out of retirement for such a small job? Should we ask the Boss if she’s still in Clusia? It should be evening there now.”

Eagle King said, “Alright, I’ll call the Boss to ask. If this order doesn’t work, I’ll go see the Boss myself.”

Upon hearing this, Flying Fish obediently sat down properly, even more straight than a student, and didn’t touch the oatmeal Eagle King had made. She just waited for the call to connect.

Eagle King dialed the number, and the call connected quickly. “Boss, have you come out of retirement?”

ClusiaBetrico, Skyland, Yvette answered the phone while wiping her wet hair. The computer beside her was open to the Black Gold Network, with messages from Mr. Jenkins constantly flashing in the chat box.

Yvette’s voice was soft and slow. “Yes, I just took an order.”

Eagle King knew no one else could handle this and was just calling to ask why the Boss suddenly took such an order.

Flying Fish grabbed the phone, her voice clear and sweet. “Boss, why did you take such a small order? Are you still in Clusia? If this order isn’t good, I can go see you myself so you don’t have to worry about it!”

Yvette paused, chuckled lightly, and lowered her voice as if it was coming from deep within her throat. “You want to kill me?”

Flying Fish was stunned. ‘What does the Boss mean by this? Kill her? I’m so confused.‘

Eagle King heard it too and was baffled. “Boss, you and I killing you? Don’t joke around. It’d be better if you killed us instead!”

Yvette squeezed the corners of her eyes and leisurely said, “Did you two see the name of the person to be killed at the end of the order?”

Flying Fish immediately scrolled to the end of the order and saw the familiar name. “Damn it, what the hell is this?”

Eagle King looked over and had a similar reaction. ‘So the Boss took this order to kill herself? But who is this unlucky guy named Mr. Jenkins placing orders on Black Gold Network? He must not realize this website is the Boss’s domain. He’s really asking for death here.‘”

Flying Fish had a flash of insight. “The person who placed this order, Mr. Jenkins, wants to kill Interpol Yvette. So the Boss is not only an assassin but also an Interpol agent? Isn’t that a bit too far–fetched?‘

Eagle King thought of this too. They looked at each other and simultaneously said, “Boss, when did you become part of Interpol?” If it weren’t for the secluded area, people would have reported them for disturbing the peace. The wild wolves outside the estate had been scared away by their voices.

Touching her own heart, Flying Fish felt it was beating fast and strong. ‘No wonder he’s the boss, he quietly managed to obtain an Interpol identity.‘

In Skyland, Yvette sat down on the chair and casually opened the message from Mr. Jenkins.

[Are you there?]

[Did you take the job?]

[When will you take action?]

[What happens if it doesn’t work out?]

[Please respond.]

Yvette typed a few words and sent them: [Three days from now, pay upfront.] Then she closed the chat.

Yvette said into the phone, “Just messing around.”

Eagle King and Flying Fish twitched their lips. ‘If someone else said that, they’d have been beaten to death. So arrogant! But coming from the Boss, it actually fits, like it’s only natural.‘

Eagle King spoke seriously, “Boss, this Mr. Jenkins ordered a hit on you. What’s going on? Should I take him out?”

Yvette curled one side of her lips, her eyes showing a mix of amusement and mockery. She glanced at the transfer information Robin had just sent. ‘Quite generous, he gave an extra 15 million dollars. And he wants me to kill Yvette? When did my life become worth only 30 million dollars?‘

Yvette said, “No need. Leave him for three days; he still has his uses, I’ll handle him personally after that”

Eagle King paused for a moment and then said, “Alright, Boss, got it. When are you returning to Mysonna?”

Yvette glanced at the man who had just walked through the door and softly said, “In two months.” After speaking, she hung up the phone and logged out of the website, cleaning up all traces.

Jeremiah walked over and placed the freshly made donuts on the table. He naturally took the towel from Yvette’s hand and stood behind her, gently wiping her damp hair.

Yvette took a bite of the donut–it was soft and chewy. This man is getting better at catering to my taste!

Jeremiah’s face was calm, with a faint smile. His deep eyes locked onto her. He sighed. ‘I’m really getting the hang of being a househusband. He spoke warmly, “It’s a new recipe, brown sugar Let me know how it tastes.”

Yvette slowly nodded. “Delicious.” Jeremiah could probably open a small restaurant with his current skills. Going from kitchen novice to master chef in just a few months. Smart people really do learn fast!‘

After drying her hair, Jeremiah sat next to Yvette and gently squeezed her fingertips. “The chess match the day after tomorrow, the roster is out. You’re playing.”