Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
Secrets Of Mrs 105

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his northern district mansion and stole something"

After Yvette left, Jeremiah and Emmett entered the room. Emmett stood aside, bowing. "Mr. Chavez, everything is ready. We've figured out Caleb's schedule. We can take action tonight at midnight. Caleb stormed out of the auction yesterday because someone broke into "He issued an order in the middle of the night-whoever replaces the thief will be rewarded 660 thousand dollars. For the locals, that's no small sum. Some people in Kransbay are itching to move. We haven't been able to figure out who did it, only that it was a man. Emmett

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Jeremiah nodded, took off his dark green watch, worth over a million dollars, and casually placed it on the table. He stepped out to the balcony next to the bathroom,

Leaning against the railing, he took out a cigarette and his phone from his pocket. He lit the cigarette, held it between his index and middle fingers, and smoked. With his left hand, he scrolled through his phone while saying "Okay. Go get ready"

It was deep into the night. The sky was covered with clouds; there were no stars or moon in sight. The surroundings were shrouded in complete darkness.

In the northern mansion district, the night was hazy, buildings looming in the shadows. Only a few dim lights filtered through the windows, faintly reflecting the figures inside, making them blurry and indistinct.

In the master bedroom, Caleb lay in the soft bed, sweating profusely, seemingly having had a nightmare. The next moment. he jolted awake. Under the dim nightlight, he glanced at the woman still asleep beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Thankfully, it was just a dream, though it had felt too real. In the dream, he had been shot right between the eyes, dying a homble death.

Caleb wanted to get up for a glass of water. Just as he put on his slippers, he heard a chewing sound. In the dead of night, it was especially eerie. His hair stood on end, his face darkening with fear. "Who's there? Come out. Stop playing tricks!" "Caleb, a voice called out.

Caleb stiffly turned his head and saw someone sitting on the couch. He couldn't see the person's face, but he knew they were dressed in black. Judging by the voice, it was a woman. Hearing a woman's voice, Caleb lowered his guard. He turned on the large bedside lamp, instantly brightening the entire room. Only then did he see the person on the couch clearly.

His eyes filled with astonishment-she was stunning, seductive but not gaudy, even more beautiful than the woman he had captured and locked in the basement a few days ago.

A woman this beautiful, appearing in his mansion in the middle of the night-it was suspicious, to say the least. Caleb didn't dare lower his guard entirely. "Who are you? Why did you break into my mansion in the middle of the night? How did you get in?" Yvette, dressed in black, sat lazily on the couch, her legs crossed, blending into the darkness. She exuded an air of mystery and danger. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at Caleb. Her gaze was devoid of any emotion, only filled with coldness and defiance. "Do you want to die by your own hand, or should I do it?"

Calet stared at her as if he'd heard a joke and laughed out loud. Have you gone mad? You want to kill me? This entire mansion district is my territory. What can a woman like you possibly do to kill me? Believe it or not, at my command, countless people will rush in and tear you apart. Hahaha!" He laughed as he spoke.

"Oh? Go ahead then. Remember to shout louder," Yvette uttered.

Caleb's laughter abruptly stopped. He caught a glimpse of Yvettes calm, mocking expression and suddenly sensed

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something was wrong. With how loud his voice had been, someone should've come by now. Why was it still so quiet?

Caleb thought of something and nudged the sleeping woman beside him. Once, no reaction. Twire, still nothing. She was breathing, which meant she wasn't dead-just unconscious. Did that mean everyone in the villa had been drugged and rendered unconscious, just like her? His thoughts immediately went to the woman who had been rescued. Back then, anyone who got within ten feet of her would mysteriously faint and only wake up seven or eight hours later. Calebs was now certain that the woman before him. and the one from before were working together. His eyes flashed with calculation, and his attitude changed dramatically. becoming somewhat ingratiating. The

"Miss, I don't know who you are, but if you're here to avenge the woman I captured, I can give you money. No-gold bars.

a safe in this mansion with gold bars in it. I'll give them all to you. I didn't even touch her, so there's no deep grudge between us, right? You can take the gold bars and leave. Let's pretend this never happened," Caleb suggested. While he spoke, his right hand hidden behind him, reached for the second drawer of the nightstand, where he had stashed a gun. His words were a distraction to lower Yvette's guard. Just as he was about to grab the gun, Yvette sent three silver needles directly into three acupuncture points on his body. Caleb felt a surge of numbness and pain. He gritted his teeth and managed to grab the gun, ignoring the growing discomfort in his body. Once he had the gun in his hand, his face twisted with rage, his eyes filled with malice. He stared at Yvette intently with a lecherous gaze. "Ha, stupid woman. Today's your last day. But if you're smart enough to please me for a few days, maybe I'll have mercy and let you go. As Caleb gloated, he imagined how he would sell this rare beauty off to Afria after he had his fun, fetching a hefty price. The more he thought about it, the louder he laughed.

Yvette rubbed her ear and stood up from the couch, hands in her pockets, looking at Caleb as if he were already dead. "Have you laughed enough? If so, die." Caleb exploded with rage when he heard her words. If she didn't know what was best for her, he'd send her to hell. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he realized his hand wouldn't move. The gun dropped to the floor. Suddenly, his entire body felt cold

the floor in agony, his legs kicking and racked with unbearable pain, as though invisible beasts were tearing him apart. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his limbs spasming, and agonizing groans escaped his lips. Caleb, feeling his heavy body grow light, rolled on

and twitching against the expensive flooring.

He desperately ripped at his shirt with his spasming hands, his bloodied fingers trembling. His body alternated between arching and collapsing, his eyes wide open, rolling wildly in their sockets, his mouth letting out horrifying screams. Opposite him, Yvette stood calmly, hands at her sides, her expression indifferent, her eyes devoid of emotion.

With his last ounce of strength, Caleb crawled toward Yvette. "Help me... I'll give you... money... anything. As soon HL finished his sentence, his body slumped to the ground, lifeless. His eyes remained wide open in death.

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Until his death, Caleb never knew what poison had killed him. And so, a notorious drug kingpin of Golden Triangle had silently died in his lover's mansion.

Yvette stepped over him without a second glance and jumped down from the second floor. After landing, she checked her watch. The timing was perfect-the person should be arriving soon.

She thought of Jeremiah's words earlier that day, feeling a mix of emotions-irritated, mostly. Love? What was the point of talking about that? Wouldn't talking about food be better?

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