Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Clifford had just closed the live stream.

The news from the police station was immediately conveyed to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

He also saw who had dealt with Robin.

Yvette had truly given him a pleasant surprise.

No wonder she was part of the Chavez family. Her fiery spirit was unmistakable.

Today, let alone Robin hadn’t died. Even if he was dead, the Chavez family would still protect Yvette, and no one could touch her.

Clifford had just hung up from the call with Ybaulla when Aurora called in.

Clifford had a good idea of what it might be about.

As soon as he answered, Aurora’s excited voice came through. “Wow, honey, Yvette was incredible today! No matter what Yvette did, even if she caused great trouble, you have to protect her, okay?”

Clifford rubbed his temples, responding, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect Yvette, even if it means risking my life. I’ll be busy here. We’ll talk more when I get home tonight.”

Aurora, understanding the situation, reminded him to take care of his health before hanging up.

Clifford was a director at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

He needed to plan his responses in advance, and if necessary, hold a press conference.

He absolutely couldn’t let Ybaulla take advantage of the situation and cause trouble.

In the café, Malcolm returned from the call, feeling more confident.

He was visibly smug. They were already starting a media storm. He would see how Clusia would deal with it.

Darnell noticed Malcolm’s demeanor with slight confusion. He thought, ‘Malcolm is fierce just now. What’s he plotting? He must be up to something.’

Malcolm was bursting with pride. “Mr. Tucker, if you don’t hand over this woman, we will hold a press condemning Clusia’s harboring actions. Just wait and see.”

Darnell’s expression changed. These shameless people clearly had thought of a vicious plan.

He was unsure of what to do for a moment and lost a bit of confidence.

Malcolm, upon seeing this, grew even more arrogant, fixing his gaze on Yvette.

conference today

His voice was vicious. “Miss, soon Clusia will be caught in a media storm because of you, and countries worldwide will condemn Clusia for what happened today. You’re the criminal.”

Yvette stood up from her chair. Her dark eyes were icy.

She slightly lifted her eyelids with no expression and gently raised an eyebrow.

She pressed her lips. A mischievous, faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Oh? A criminal?”

After speaking, Yvette spun the small silver gun in her hand and silenced the gun.

With a quick and decisive motion, she pulled the trigger before anyone could react.

The bullet shot straight into Malcolm’s left shoulder blade. Blood spouted out.

This scene was a massive shock. Everyone was stunned.

Even Darnell turned pale, thinking, ‘Did she just shoot without warning? She’s really something.

‘Robin is easy to handle, but Malcolm is an influential figure in the central government of Ybaulla. This shot is a big deal.

Darnell didn’t have time to think. He quickly pulled out his gun, and the officers behind him did the same. They were on high alert.

The bodyguards Malcolm brought also swiftly drew their guns. The two sides faced each other.

Malcolm clutched his left shoulder blade, looking up at Yvette in disbelief.

His voice was full of disbelief, and his face turned pale as the blood kept flowing. “You actually dared to shoot me!”From NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvette held the small silver gun tightly.

She looked at Malcolm and said slowly, “Are you an idiot? You’re shot and still asking such a silly question.”

In such a tense atmosphere, some of the officers with Darnell couldn’t hold back their laughter and burst out laughing They thought, ‘This big shot’s words are cuttingly sharp. If Malcolm’s not killed by the bullet, he might die from anger. Malcolm’s wound hurt even more when he heard this. He endured the pain and instructed his men to lower their guns. They couldn’t fire first, otherwise, at the press conference, their country would lose the advantage.

Malcolm endured the pain. He didn’t even bother to bandage his wound.

No matter what was right or wrong, public opinion always favored the underdog. He wanted to play the victim, using his injury to gain advantages for the country.

Malcolm had just informed the Interpol branch within Clusia. Once Interpol arrived, today’s events would be classified as an international criminal case.

Turning his head, Darnell whispered, “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Jeremiah Chavez should be arriving soon. However, I can’t help but feel that Malcolm has more than just a public opinion scheme. It seems like he’s stalling for time, waiting for something else.”

Yvette gave Malcolm a glance. Her deep, calm eyes looked steadily as she spoke slowly, “He’s waiting for someone

Malcolm’s expression changed. He was surprised that this girl had figured out his plan.

Darnell was briefly stunned, thinking, ‘Waiting for

ne? Both sides are already here, so who else are they waiting for?”

After pondering, Darnell asked, “Ms. Zeller, who could they be waiting for?”

Yvette raised an eyebrow. Her eyes were half–closed. There was a mischievous air about her.

Her carefree attitude made Malcolm grit his teeth in anger. He swore to ensure this woman faced the harshest international sanctions.

Yvette was concise and clear. “Interpol.”

When Darnell heard this, he tensed up a bit. He immediately realized that Malcolm’s goal was to invoke international sanctions.

Things were escalating. Interpol was recognized as the top joint agency internationally.

If Malcolm really reported this to the Betrico branch, then the headquarters over in Mysonna would definitely seize the opportunity to make a big deal out of this, turning it into an international case.

Malcolm was really cunning. No wonder he wasn’t even worried about a gunshot wound.

Darnell quickly said to Yvette, “Ms. Zeller, it seems like this isn’t going to end well. Should we inform Mr. Jase Chavez?”

In Darnell’s opinion, now that it was escalated to this level, only Jase could protect Yvette.

With her hands in her pockets, Yvette had a bit of a rogue look, her eyes half–shaded.

Looking at Darnell’s worried face, she slowly said, “No need. Just wait.”

Yvette thought, ‘Get Jase involved? Th bad.‘

Darnell was as nervous as an ant on a hot pan, but the person in front of him didn’t show any concern at all.

He wondered, ‘What makes her so confident?‘

He was about to go crazy.

Darnell wasn’t so optimistic. He could only take out his phone to contact his superior for guidance.

Yvette gave him a casual glance. She didn’t say anything.

Malcolm was surrounded by a group of men in black suits, staring intensely at Yvette. His eyes were full of malice.

Robin woke up. Seeing the scene, he widened his eyes in shock. His mind went blank.

“Mr. Hart, how did you end up shot as well? Who hurt you? Was it the Clusian police?” asked Robin.

Malcolm clutched his wound. He was so much in pain that he didn’t bother responding to Robin.

Malcolm gritted out through the pain, “It was that woman who shot at me.”

Robin felt completely stunned, like he’d been struck by lightning.

He looked at the woman protected by the Clusian police across from him and finally felt scared.

He thought, ‘This woman is absolutely crazy. She actually dared to shoot Mr. Hart?

‘Mr. Hart is the Prime Minister’s secretary, someone who wields great power in Ybaulla.

‘Did he just get hit like that too?‘

Robin huddled up, too scared to say anything more.

Yvette leisurely sat in her chair, resting her chin on her hand.

Her hand was lightly resting on the armrest. Watching the vigilant officers around her, she said in a voice as cold as ever, “Do you all want to sit down and take a break?”

The surrounding know what to say.

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A moment later, they all shopk their heads.

They certainly weren’t like her. She acted as if she were at hom