Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

“Guess who I am?” someone asked. The room was pitch-black, with no light in sight.

As soon as Yvette entered the room, a pair of hands covered her eyes. She paused slightly and commented, “You seem to be in good spirits.”

Suddenly, the lights flicked on, illuminating the room. The hands moved away. Yvette opened her eyes and turned around. Standing behind her was Flying Fish, the woman Eagle King just rescued

The first thing Flying Fish did after being rescued was take a bath and enjoy a succulent meal. She stood before Yvette, about five feet nine inches tall, clad in a white bathrobe that accentuatest her curves. She had a perfect hourglass figure. Her face was oval-shaped, with almond-shaped eyes that exuded an air of allure. Droplets of water continued to drip from her hair, adding a touch of sensuality.

“Boss, I missed you so much! I knew you loved me the most. If I’d waited for Eagle King to rescue me, I would’ve been dead by now. It would’ve been a great loss for humanity if a perfect woman like me was dead!” Flying Fish exclaimed.

She nodded seriously, fully agreeing with her own statement. Eagle King, lounging on the couch, was used to her narcissistic personality. She had been like that since they were kids.

Yvette crossed her arms, lifted her chin, and spoke in a relaxed tone. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die.” Eagle King jolted from the couch. Yvette glanced at

invisible in the conversa, then looked at Flying Fish before walking over to the couch, knowing she’d soon become

Eagle King was furious. “Have you lost your mind from fangirling over celebrities? What’s the number one rule of being an assassin? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten! How could you accept a job without even checking your target’s background? Do you have a death wish?”

Flying Fish knew she was in the wrong, and her voice softened, though she still stubbornly argued with Eagle King. “Haven’t you scolded me enough? I went days without food or sleep in that basement. I’ve suffered enough. I already know I was wrong. And what’s wrong with fangirling over celebrities? It makes me happy!”

When Eagle King heard her first few sentences and considered the hardships she had endured in the past few days, his heart ached for her. He realized his words had been too harsh. Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, he heard her mention fangirling and claim it made her happy.

His anger flared up again. “Fangirling makes you happy? Sure, you were so happy you got yourself caught! You’re an assassin. Why are you fangirling over someone?”

Flying Fish wasn’t actually into celebrities; she was just provoking Eagle King. It irritated her that he clearly had feelings for her but refused to admit it. She glanced at Eagle King, then lowered her head, soon beginning to sob.

Hearing the sobs, Eagle King panicked. In all the years they’d known each other, he’d never seen her cry, not even when she nearly lost a leg during their brutal training in the rainforest. He wondered if he had gone too far and made her cry. Flustered, he rushed over. “Fine, I was wrong. Please stop crying, okay?”

Yvette, sitting on the couch, saw Flying Fish give her a meaningful look. She massaged her temples, thinking Flying Fish was too into this act. Flying Fish kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with Eagle King, and continued to cry sofily. Eagle King, feeling helpless, looked toward Yvette for help, but she ignored him.

Eagle King gritted his teeth. Tm sorry. If fangirling makes you happy, I’ll support you. I own an entertainment company in Betrico. Tell me which celebrity you like, and I’ll bring them to you.”

Flying Fish immediately stopped crying. Seeing that, Eagle King was unhappy and wondered, ‘Does she like that celebrity this much? As long as she’s happy, I’ll let it be

“Promise you won’t scold me anymore, Flying Fish said pitifully still sounding as though she’d been crying.

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“I won’t. As long as you stop crying. I’ll agree to anything.” Eagle King uttered..

“Oh? You said it. You must keep your promise.” Flying Fish remarked. Eagle King felt like something was off, but before he could make sense of it, he heard Flying Fish ask. “You’re not going back on your promise, are you?”

Afraid she would cry again. Engle King quickly promised. I wont take it back, absolutely not.”

The next moment, Flying Fish raised her head, revealing a smug smile-there were no traces of tears. When Eagle King saw Yvette’s amused expression, he realized he’d been fooled by Flying Fish once again.

But seeing how happy Flying Fish was and the smile on Yvette’s face, he didn’t mind being fooled. Those two were the most important people in his life. If tricking him made them happy, so be it.

“S**id Eagle King, you must keep your word. You said you’d agree to anything, so you can’t get mad at me now,” Flying Fish piped up.

Eagle King felt resigned. Fine. I’m not mad anymore. But where lid you learn this awful trick? Don’t use it on others. It’s embarrassing”

Flying Fish whipped around, walking toward the couch as she replied, “I only embarrass myself like this in front of you.”

Eagle King’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Only in front of me? Is it because we are close?’ he pondered.

Flying Fish turned around and slouched into the couch. “Boss, what’s the plan for tomorrow? That old bastard, Caleb, dared lock me in a dark, filthy basement, thinking he could make me his lover. In his dreams! I must teach him a lesson!”

Eagle King walked over and sat next to Flying Fish. Flying Fish shot him a disdainful glance and moved away, still holding a grudge. Eagle King didn’t mind her pettiness. “Yeah. Boss, what’s the plan? What about leaving him to me? You two can wait at the hotel. Once it’s done, we can leave together.”

“No way. I want to be there when Caleb dies,” Flying Fish insisted

Both turned to Yvette, awaiting her decision. Yvette sat with her legs crossed, her face glowing softly in the warm light. Her gaze was savage and alluring. Her expression was grim, but when she looked at Eagle King and Flying Fish, her expression softened

She reached out and poured two cups of coffee, pushing them toward Eagle King and Flying Fish. Her tone was firm. “Tomorrow, you two book a flight back to Mysonna. I’ll handle Caleb alone.”

Eagle King and Flying Fish replied in unison, “No way”

Yvette raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course we do, but I want to join in and have some fun too. Besides, this is a sc**ag we’re talking about. No need to dirty your hands with him.” Flying Fish stated.

Eagle King nodded in agreement. “Flying Fish is right. We can easily deal with him. You don’t need to get involved.”

Yvette leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand, shaking her head. “Enough. I’ve made up my mind. The first flight leaves at 6 am Should I s see you off?”

Seeing her resolve, Eagle King and Flying Fish could only mod. “Okay, Boss. We’ll head back to Mysonna first. Once our business is settled, Flying Fish and I will go find you in Seacrity, Eagle King said.

Yvette answered, “Okay”