Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Clifford knew his son would make this choice. His expression hardened; they needed to substitute someone else. Clifford said, “Jeremiah, do you have anyone in your team who can take your place?” This was the only solution he could think of. If they had to change, they could find someone from the army. That might give them a fighting chance.

Jeremiah lowered his gaze, looking at Clifford, and replied in a deep voice, “No need. Just wait for me.” After saying this, he stepped aside. Jacob immediately handed him the phone, saying, “Major General, your call.”

In the distance, Kaiden watched as Jeremiah walked away, speaking on the phone but couldn’t hear anything due to the distance.

Jeremiah picked up the phone and dialed a number, which was Yvette’s exclusive line. Once connected, he asked directly, “Do you want to compete in this match?”

In Skyland, Yvette was curled up on the sofa with her phone. Upon hearing this, she raised an eyebrow. On the table were fruits Jeremiah had cut before leaving, and Samantha was sitting nearby, working on her laptop.

Yvette responded succinctly, “Something happened? Be there in fifteen minutes.” She stood up from the sofa as she spoke.

Jeremiah knew he didn’t need to say more; the young girl understood immediately. He stated seriously, “My mom has been kidnapped by the Ybaullans. They want me to go in person.”

Just that brief statement stopped Yvette, who was putting on her coat. Her brows furrowed, her eyes flashing with a cold light, and her voice was disturbingly calm. “Bring back the kidnappers; I’ll deal with them personally.” “It’s been ages since anyone dared to touch someone I protect.’

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Jeremiah understood. ‘Looks like the young girl is a bona fide hacker. Only a hacker could find someone in such a short time. He didn’t waste time and said, “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

After hanging up, Yvette glanced at Samantha, her eyes swirling with unfathomable emotions. “Get dressed; we’re heading out. I need you to drive to Eastern Hotel.”

Samantha looked up, startled. ‘What are we going to Eastern Hotel for now?‘ She could clearly sense that Yvette was in a very bad mood after hearing Jeremiah’s phone call. Samantha quickly stood up. “No problem, Yve. Are we leaving now?”

Yvette nodded. “Yes, bring your laptop; I need it.”

Samantha replied, “Okay.” She sensed that something urgent was happening, so she chose a sports car and planned to speed over.

seat Yvette opened her laptop, her slender, fair fingers flying dizzy. Two minutes later, a red dot appeared on the screen. Yvette sent the location of the red dot to Jeremiah and then shut the laptop, completing the entire process in under five

In the car, Samantha drove while Yvette sat in the across the keyboard, performing actions that legger s minutes.

At the competition venue, when Jeremiah received the text, his eyes lit up. He whispered a few words to Jacob, whose expression shifted to one of excitement. After speaking, Jeremiah left the venue wearing his competition uniform.

Seeing him leave, Clifford quickly chased after him. There were only fifteen minutes left in the competition. He caught up to Jeremiah and anxiously asked, “Jeremiah, do you have news about your mom? Where is she?”

Jeremiah halted and replied in a low voice, “The girl found Moin’s location and sent me the coordinates. She’s at a resort about 31 to 35 miles from Betrico. I’m going knew his dad was probably going crazy with worry, but he had to keep his composure in this situation.

ere now, Dad. I promise I’ll bring Mom back safely; don’t worry.” Jeremiah

Clifford was momentarily stunned by this news before asking, “You mean your wife found her?”

Jeremiah nodded. “Yes, I’ll tell you later. I’m off to save Mom now.”

At the entrance of Eastern Hotel, Samantha was giving it her all. A trip that usually took twenty minutes only took her ten. Once they arrived, Samantha turned to Yvette and said, “Yve, you go ahead. I’ll head to the competition venue directly afterward.”

Yvette narrowed her dark eyes and nodded. “Okay.”

After Yvette walked away, Samantha looked around, then took out a plastic bag. With a “wow,” she emptied the fruit she had just eaten… It was her first time driving this fast. Although she usually didn’t get car sick, she couldn’t hold it anymore after such a ride, holding back all the way. ‘I have to hold it together in front of Yve. Otherwise, if she sees me throwing up, that would be so embarrassing. I can’t let that happen!’

When Yvette reached the entrance, Jacob was already waiting there. The major general had informed him that Yvette would replace him in the match… Jacob was so excited. Since parting in the rainforest, he had idolized Yvette. He never expected to see her again so soon, and in this context. Just thinking about Yvette slaying crocodiles fired him up. “Today is bound to be even more exciting. That Kaiden is really out of luck. When this big shot takes action, it doesn’t matter who you are!‘

As soon as Jacob saw Yvette approaching, he rushed over. “Grand–aunt, I’m Jacob. Do you remember me?”

Yvette glanced at him and nodded. “I remember; we met in the rainforest. You lost the bet.”

Jacob’s face flushed. ‘Why does this big shot remember so clearly?‘ He continued. “Grand–aunt, the major general told me to wait for you here. The competition outfit is ready, and don’t worry; the mask is custom–made. No one will see your face.” Yvette stood at the entrance with her hands in her pockets, her expression indifferent, her voice cold. “Okay, let’s go.” Jacob quickly led the way, avoiding everyone as they entered the changing room. He stood at the door, waiting.

When Yvette finally came out again, she looked entirely different, dressed in a white fencing uniform, with her face fully concealed by the mask. The only thing that could be discerned was that she was a woman; everything else was hidden.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

At a quarter past three, the Clusia vs. Ybaullan fencing exchange match officially began.

The first to enter the arena was Kaiden, striding aggressively onto the competition field. He gestured to the audience, then stood tall, sword in hand, his expression cold and indifferent.

Harper focused on the entrance at the other end of the arena. He had received word leaving Eastern Hotel, meaning he had chosen his mother over the competition.

Jeremiah had confirmed he was

‘As expected, the Clusian people are all about loyalty, but that will only lead to their downfall. What good is loyalty? Just like that fool Charles back in the day; in this world, only the ruthless can rise to power. I, Kaiden, have long since cut off my feelings. This Jeremiah seems to be all show; if the person replacing him today loses, this major general will surely be scorned by everyone.‘

The Clusia host announced, “Let’s welcome our contestant to the stage

At the competition venue, applause erupted. The Clusian people were always full of enthusiasm and solidarity in their own arena.

“Clusia will win!”

“Clusia will win!”

“Clusia will win!”