Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

On stage, Yvette watched as Kaiden charged at her like a mad dog. She casually sidestepped, dodging him, then quickly turned her sword, delivering a clean counter–strike with no hesitation.

The blade flashed, and Kaiden couldn’t dodge in time. Yvette’s sword pierced his shoulder, and Kaiden awkwardly bowed. His protective visor even fell to the floor, his hair becoming disheveled, and blood began to seep from his chest.

Kaiden clutched his chest, a mouthful of blood surging up. He forcefully swallowed it back down, then glared at Yvette, saying, “You’re still you, never changed.”

Yvette looked down at Kaiden, who was on the ground, clearly unwilling to accept defeat, turned, and left without saying a word, utterly ignoring him.

Kaiden let his hands drop, lacking the strength to even clench a fist. His face turned ashen. He already knew the outcome of this match; it was just that he couldn’t accept losing everything. Losing this match meant losing Kyle as his supporter; all the opportunities he had painstakingly fought for had been completely ruined by Yvette.

The crowd fell into a deathly silence, their breathing even slowing down. No one had expected that the last strike would not only tear Kaiden’s fencing suit but also seriously injure him; the blood had clearly been there for a while.

In the final second, the match stopped, and the screen prominently displayed the score of three to zero. That number felt like a slap in the face to everyone in the visiting delegation.

Jase turned to glance at Kyle, whose face was dark with anger, and calmly said, “Prime Minister Kyle, I concede.”

Kyle could no longer maintain his facade, standing up and leaving the match hall under the siege of numerous reporters. Jase turned to look at the stage, where only Kaiden bowed in despair; Yvette had long vanished.

Meanwhile, Clifford had received a call from Jeremiah that Aurora had been rescued. He was eager to return home and had already arranged for his subordinates. He approached Jase and said, “Dad, Aurora has been rescued. I won’t be going back with you.”

Jase nodded, tapping his cane and waving him off. “Go on, go on. What good is it to be present in body but not in spirit? Go back and check on your daughter–in–law.” He paused and then called Clifford back, his tone growing cold. “What about the kidnappers? Did Jeremiah say?”

Clifford stopped, his voice grave. “Jeremiah said they have already been taken away. My daughter–in–law said she wants to deal with them herself.”

Jase fell silent for a few seconds. “Don’t intervene. Let her handle it as she sees fit. She knows what she’s doing.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Clifford nodded in agreement. ‘We probably have a good understanding of what kind of person Yvette is. Those people who fall into her hands… will definitely have a hard time. Anyone who dares to touch my wife deserves to die a thousand times over.’

After Yvette left the Eastern Hotel, Samantha was waiting by the sports car with her phone in hand, having been watching the live stream. ‘Another day of being dazzled by Yve’s charm, That final strike was truly remarkable. As soon as she saw Yvette, she rushed over, asking, “Yve, are we going back to Skyland now?”

Yvette nodded, her red lips slightly parting. “No, we’re going to the First Military District first.”

Samantha paused for a moment, confirming. “Yve, are you saying we’re going to the First Military District?”

Yvette replied, “Mm–hmm.”

At the entrance of the First Military District, Yvette was in the driver’s seat, her expression impassive.

Samantha sat in the passenger seat, patting her chest, her palms clammy with sweat, nervously looking at Yvette. ‘I finally experienced what it’s like to be swept away at breakneck speed. I thought I was fast, but Yve is the real deal.

The road from the Eastern Hotel to the First Military District was mostly winding mountain roads with curves. Samantha thought this big shot would case up a little, but to her surprise, Yvette sped through the curves. ‘One wrong move could mean disaster. Although Samantha didn’t want to admit it, she truly felt her legs were a bit wobbly. In just half an hour, she felt like she had teetered on the brink of death countless times. Each curve felt like a near escape, but Yvette remained completely unfazed, her calm expression seeming inhuman.

Samantha took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “Yve, don’t tell me you’re a professional race car driver?” She voiced her suspicions.

Yvette turned off the engine and tilted her head upon hearing this, smirking slightly, her black–and–white eyes fixed on Samantha, silent for a few seconds. “I used to play around with it for a few years, but not anymore. It’s not interesting.”

Samantha didn’t expect to hit the nail on the head. ‘I knew it! If Yve’s skills weren’t from professional racing, I wouldn’t believe it. But what does ‘not interesting‘ even mean? That sounds a bit strange.’

At that moment, the massive gate of the First Military District opened, revealing Jeremiah in military uniform standing in the middle, flanked by soldiers standing at attention, each looking serious and unwavering.

In fact, Yvette’s car had already been located by satellite navigation when it was at the mountain’s base, so the command center at the First Military District had already seen the vehicle’s entire route, including its thrilling speed through the

curves.

Yvette got out of the car, and Jeremiah immediately walked out to her, ignoring Samantha, who followed her out.

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Samantha shrugged, indicating she was used to it–and very much so. As long as Yve was around, they were decoration in Jeremiah’s eyes.

Samantha greeted. “Jeremiah.”

Jeremiah nodded at her. “Mm.” Then he took Yvette’s hand and said in a serious tone, “The people who kidnapped Mom have been brought to the interrogation room. My men questioned them beforehand, but they’re tough. They’re likely suicide warriors and Tradecrafters trained by Steel Serpents. These types of people will try everything to kill themselves once a mission fails, so getting information from them will be difficult.”

Jeremiah had dealt with these Tradecrafter suicide warriors before. Years ago, while capturing an international fugitive in Ybaulla, those people would rather bite off their tongues and die than reveal the hiding place of their leader. In the end, he had to follow clues to find the fugitive’s location himself, eventually bringing them to justice.”

This time, Ybaulla and Kaiden seem determined to succeed. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have deployed Tradecrafters. After all, training a Tradecrafter starts from a young age, requiring immense financial and human resources to produce a high–level one. This time, Jeremiah caught five high–level Tradecrafters in one go–an impressive feat.

Samantha, following behind them, understood what was going on. ‘So Aurora was kidnapped by Ybaullans, and they even sent Tradecrafters to do it. That’s just so despicable.””

Upon hearing this, Yvette only nodded coldly. “They’ll talk.”

Jeremiah paused. ‘How is she so sure? I feel like she’s about to unlock some new skills again. But getting Tradecrafters and suicide warriors to talk? That’s definitely no easy task.’