Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Chapter 102

message.

At the same time, Yvette's phone also rang in her pocket. Emmett didn't pay her any attention, as the call he received was from those closely monitoring Caleb. Something important must have happened. Otherwise, they would just send a Emmett stepped aside to take the call. A few seconds later, his expression changed. After hanging up, he quickly approached Jeremiah. This time. Emmett didn't avoid Yvette, who had just woken up and was sitting on the other side. In his opinion, someone like Caleb was beyond Yvette's reach, so he felt there was no need to be discreet.

"Mr. Chavez, the people we had watching Caleb reported that after Caleb received a phone call, he got really mad and left the auction in a hurry. Now, he's leading a group of men back to his mansion in the northern district. We've scouted the location, and it's where one of his long-term mistresses lives. Nothing out of the ordinary Emmett uttered. Jeremiah's gaze sharpened, and his expression dar darkened. ened. Something significant must have happened. Caleb wouldn't abandon such an important event as the auction for no reason. There had to be something they missed or overlooked.

"Tell our people to keep an eye on the mansion. Since he's shown himself, tomorrow night-Jeremiah paused and turned slightly, catching sight of Yvette's head. Her hair was soft and fluffy, and she looked obedient and adorable. Jeremiah cleared his throat awkwardly. "Let's go meet him tomorrow night," he said, giving Emmett a look. Emmett understood immediately. Jeremiah was planning to make his move tomorrow night. Yvette, who was casually scrolling through her phone, raised an eyebrow. She looked tired as she glanced at the two men before looking back down at her phone, fiddling with it leisurely

On the screen was a message from Eagle King: [Boss, Flying Fish has been rescued. We're back at the hotel, awaiting your return.]

Meanwhile, the e auction

continued smoothly, with the highest bid for a piece of raw emerald reaching 30 million dollars. The merchants downstairs were growing increasingly excited, and the atmosphere in the hall was bustling. The first day of the emerald auction started at 10 am, and ended at 4 p.m. Only then did the crowd begin to disperse.

Kevin and Martin, having already hit the jackpot with the AAA-grade emerald, only bid on another piece of raw emerald for 3.3 million dollars before deciding to call it quits. With the AAA-grade emerald, they had already made more than enough to cover their trip and resolve their family's crisis. As they were about to leave, Kevin wanted to say goodbye to Yvette, but Martin stopped him. Martin said earnestly, "Kevin, I hope you don't have any feelings for that girl. That girl and the man she's with aren't ordinary people. We can't afford to offend them. She's out of your league. As Martin spoke, he gave Kevin a disapproving look. Kevin felt wronged, thinking. What's Uncle Martin saying? Feelings for Yvette? He has never spent time with her and doesn't know how cold she is. "Uncle Martin, what are you talking about? I just wanted to thank her in person," Kevin uttered. Still feeling wronged, he muttered, "Besides, am I really that had Sure, I may not be as well-built, handsome, or stylish as that guy, and I may not have as much money or power as him" As Kevin thought it over, he had to admit that Martin was right. He was no match for Jeremiah. Seeing that Kevin didn't have any romantic feelings for Yvette, Martin felt relieved. He was genuinely worried that his not-so-bright nephew might do something reckless like try to snatch Yvette away from Jeremiah and end up dead without knowing how it happened. Meanwhile, in a mansion in the northern district, chaos reigned Bullet holes were everywhere, blood stained the floors, an even the basement door was blown off, leaving only half of it hanging on its hinges.

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Sitting on the couch was a man in his fifiies, dressed in a suit. He had ferocious eyes and a deeply wrinkled face. His expression was grim as he berated the man kneeling before him 15:09 Thu, Oct 10 TO

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Some of them were limping, others had injured arms, one had a wound on his face, and another was in even worse shape. lying motionless on a stretcher. If not for the faint signs of breathing, he could easily have been mistaken for a corpse. Standing nearby were several bodyguards in black suits. At the other end of the couch sat a young woman in her twenties. She wore a black nightgown, her legs pale and trembling, too scared to even look up.

The woman silently thanked her lucky stars that she had gone to a friend's house to play cards on a whim. Otherwise, she might have ended up among the bodies being carried out earlier. The bodyguards remained expressionless, having grown accustomed to such scenes.

"A bunch of useless fools! That woman was locked in the basement, with over thirty of you guarding her, and you let her escape? Almost 20 of our people died! Useless idiots! Why am I even paying you? Caleb chastised.

He was furious, his chest heaving, his brows furrowed in anger. He had his reasons for keeping the woman locked up. She was perfect in every way, and there was no way he'd let a woman like that go easily.

However, the woman was strange. Anyone who got within seven feet of her would mysteriously faint. Even the doctors. couldn't figure out why. He had planned to keep her locked up until she broke down mentally, thinking she would eventually submit.

He had no idea that while he was gone for only a few hours, someone had broken into the mansion. He had lost more than 20 men, half of whom were his most elite fighters. It was a huge blow. "Tell me. How many people attacked? How did they manage to do this to you?" One of the kneeling men gulped slowering his head even further, his voice barely audible. "One."

Caleb couldn't believe his ears. His face darkened, and he asked again, "Repeat it louder. How many?"

The man trembled, raising his head slightly, and spoke a bit louder. Just one, Boss. The guy came alone, armed with heavy weapons

Caleb was livid, his face twisted in fury. Rage surged through him, making his face flush. "You're telling me one guy killed so many of my men? Who is he? Who dares to provoke me in Kransbay? Search the entire city, and spread the word. Whoever in the underworld can provide a clue gets a 660-thousand-dollar reward"

All the bodyguards standing behind him nodded nightfall, all of

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all of Kransbay's underworld knew that Caleb's mansion had been attacked by a single person. Many were secretly gloating, watching the situation unfold from the sidelines. Caleb had long been known for his domineering ways, and many smaller families had suffered under his threats and harassment. Now that someone had put him in his place, they were more than happy. After the auction ended, Emmett led Jeremiah and Yvette back to the hotel. He was stunned when Yvette joined them on the same floor, entering the presidential suite at the far end of the third floor.

Emmeu looked at Jeremiah's expression, but there wasn't even a hint of surprise, as if he had known all along. Pointing at Yvette's retreating figure, Emmett awkwardly asked. "Mr. Chavez does Ms. Zeller stay here as well?"

Jeremiah stood there, watching until Yvette entered her room, before turning away. He had known a bit earlier than Emmett. "Same hotel? Same floor? She and I are clearly destined to cross paths, Jeremiah mused. Emmett had no idea that his boss had already started thinking about destiny.

"Yes. Come in. Let's get to business, Jeremiah answered.