Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez Novel by Selina Gorges

Yvette glanced at the name on the screen, tapped to answer, and heard the familiar voice of a girl.

“Yve, Bonnie called. Her clear voice rang in Yvette’s car.

Yvette replied with a simple “Hmm.” She lifted her eyelids and pursed her lips. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the call from Bonnie.

Holding the phone. Yvette adjusted her cap and softly asked, “What’s going on?”

Bonnie took a deep breath before speaking, “Yve, you need to come back quickly. Mr. Chambers is in trouble and he’s in the ICU at Seacrity Hospital.”

Suddenly, Yvette’s face showed intense anger, her dark eyes were unreadable, radiating an overwhelming chill

Bruce and Sienna, in the car, couldn’t help but shiver a little.

Yvette’s voice was calm yet cold, saying, “Got it.”

After Yvette hung up the phone, she clenched it with no expression on her face. She lifted her head, the corners of her eyes shimmering, a hint of red tinting the depths of her gaze.

Her voice was faint, saying, “Stop the car?

Bruce’s hands moved quicker than his mind. He quickly hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road.

Sienna nervously asked, “What’s wrong. Yve?

Yvette’s dark eyes were as deep as a cold pool. She spoke while swiftly getting out of the car and opening the driver’s side door. “We’re heading back. You two get off, I’m going to the airport.”

Sienna heard this and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, rushing out of the car, sensing something major was happening

Bruce looked at Yvette, who seemed eerily calm.

“Yve, Mr. Chavez has a private jet at Mysonna Airport. I’ll go with you to the airport and we can fly back immediately,” Bruce said.

Yvette nodded, saying, “Okay”

Yvette got into the driver’s seat, her eyes narrowed slightly, raising her eyebrow, and holding the steering wheel with one hand

She looked at Bruce, saying. “Sit tight.”

Bruce sat in the passenger seat, tightened his seatbelt, and wondered just how fast a girl could drive

Yvette skillfully shifted gears. The car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, leaving only a trail of car exhaust behind.

Half an hour later, a flashy Maserati rolled up at the airport

Yvette was the first to step out of the car. Her long legs moved confidently, her face expressionless as she glanced at the passenger seat.

The passenger door opened, and Bruce stepped out, his legs somewhat shaky.

Yvette had chosen the shortest yet most dangerous route to the airport. Bruce had gripped the safety handle inside the car the whole way.

Bruce watched as Yvette navigated numerous turns, each time almost brushing against the cliff’s edge, where a single mistake could be catastrophic.

Bruce glanced at Yvette, whose expression hadn’t changed from start to finish. He was impressed.

Some people are just beyond ordinary. She’s incredibly unbeatable,’ Bruce thought.

Bruce hurried to handle all the formalities and details before seeing Yvette onto the plane. He watched the private jet take off, and after thinking it over, he decided to call Jeremiah.

The call was quickly answered.

Bruce respectfully said, “Mr. Chavez, right after taking a call, Yvette decided to head back to the country. She’s already on your private jet and just took off. Looks like something big is happening.”

Jeremiah stood on the platform of the training grounds, glancing at the freshly recruited soldiers below,Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

His gaze was intense. His voice was cold, saying. “I understand”

Bruce continued, “Mr. Chavez, it seems like Yvette knows someone from the Goodman family. Do you want to involve the intel team?”

Jeremiah slipped one hand into his pocket, his eyes dark and his expression remained unchanged as he frowned slightly.

No need, Jeremiah said.

Bruce paused slightly and said, “Got it.”

Jeremiah’s trust in Yvette was beyond needing these assurances.

Jeremiah hung up the phone, picked up the megaphone from the desk, and called out to the soldiers on the training field. “Second person in the third row, carry an extra load for twenty kilometers.”

The soldier who was called out broke into a cold sweat under the blazing summer sun. He thought he could slack off while Jeremiah was on the phone, not realizing that every move of his was being watched by Jeremiah.

Andrew, now in Seacrity, had become obsessed with his job as a librarian. This was technically his first real job, and the feeling when he received his first paycheck was absolutely amazing.

Andrew was sorting through the newly arrived essay collections when his phone rang. Luckily, it was lunchtime and the library was nearly empty, so he quickly took out his phone.

He glanced at the caller ID on the screen and was stunned into stiliness. It was the first time Jeremiah had ever called him.

“Wrong number?’ Andrew wondered

Andrew didn’t dare to hesitate and quickly answered the phone, thinking there was a 995-chance it was an accidental call. “Hello, Mr. Chavez, did you dial the wrong number? This is Andrew, not Yvette, Andrew said. He felt a pang of bitterness. After knowing Mr. Chavez for so many years, who would’ve thought he’d be so different now? My position has plummeted, though it wasn’t particularly high, to begin with, now it is even lower, Andrew thought.

Jeremiah squinted and spoke slowly, “No mistake, I was looking for you.”

Andrew was overjoyed. He thought, ‘Oh my! Has Mr. Chavez finally rediscovered his humanity?”

Andrew quickly said, “Mr. Chavez, you finally remembered me I’ve been stuck in Seacrity for so long, I’m growing mons here!

Jeremiah paused for a moment.

Did something happen to the Chambers family?” Jeremiah asked.

Andrew froze. Lately, he had been spending all his time at the library. Bonnie had her midterms coming up, so they haven’t seen much of each other. Ever since Yvette left, he hadn’t been involved in the Chambers family matters.

“Mr. Chavez, I’m not sure. Give me a bit of time, and I’ll check it out right away,” Andrew said.

Andrew hung up and immediately contacted someone he knew in Seacrity,

In less than five minutes, he received the news that Zachary had a car accident this morning and was taken to Seacrity Hospital

Andrew couldn’t believe that something like this happened in just a few hours. Realizing the seriousness of the situation quickly called Jeremiah back.

Andrew’s tone was serious, saying “Mr. Chavez, there’s trouble with the Chambers family. Yve’s dad was in a car accident this morning and is now at Seacrity Hospital. I’ve heard his injuries are serious. This hospital can’t perform the required surgery They’ve only done the basic emergency procedures, and now Zachary is in the ICU. However, this case isn’t straightforward There are signs of sabotage. The brakes went out of control, and the car suddenly crashed into a large truck. If the driver hadn’t reacted quickly and turned the wheel in time. Zachary might not have even made it to the hospital”

Jeremiah tightened his grip on the phone, his dark eyes filled with a brewing storm.

His voice was icy, sending a shiver down one’s spine, asking, “Where is the driver of the truck?”

Andrew answered cautiously, but to keep him there for He’s been held at the police station, and with Zachary’s life still uncertain, they have no choice

Jeremiah said. “Go to the police station. Don’t let anyone get near him.”

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Andrew ended the call and immediately called Wyatt. ‘It’d be better for Wyatt to be involved in handling this situation. Andrew thought.

Jeremiah put away the phone, his eyes downcast as the air around him turned chilly.

Who else would dare make a move against Zachary? Jeremiah thought.

At Seacrity Hospital, Lucas paced anxiously up and down the hallway. His face was filled with worry.

It was only because of a last-minute issue that Lucas hadn’t joined Zachary today, narrowly escaping the disaster. If Lucas had known this would happen, he would rather be the one lying in that bed.

The light in the operating room went off. Lucas hurried over, asking, “Dr. Anderson, how is Mr. Chambers?”

The lead surgeon for Zachary’s operation was Harold Anderson, the vice president of Seacrity Hospital.

Dragging his tired body, Harold removed his mask. He had been operating on Zachary for a full five hours.

He managed to stabilize Zachary’s vital signs, but just barely. In reality, Zachary was still on the brink of death. This was the limit of Harold’s abilities.