Masked In Nobility Secrets Of Mrs.Chavez101-200

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At the same time, Yvette’s phone rang in her pocket. Emmett didn’t pay her any attention, as the call he received was from those who had been closely monitoring Caleb. Something important must have happened, or they would have just sent a message.

Stepping aside to take the call, Emmett’s expression shifted after a few seconds. Hanging up, he quickly approached Jeremiah. This time, he didn’t avoid Yvette, who had just woken up and was sitting across the room. In Emmett’s mind, someone like Caleb was far beyond Yvette’s reach, so he didn’t feel the need to be discreet.

“Mr. Chavez,” Emmett said, “the people we had watching Caleb reported that after receiving a phone call, he got furious and left the auction in a hurry. Now he’s leading a group of men back to his mansion in the northern district. We’ve scouted the location, and it’s where one of his long-term mistresses lives. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Jeremiah’s gaze sharpened, his expression darkening. Something significant must have happened. Caleb wouldn’t abandon such an important event like the auction without a good reason. There had to be something they missed or overlooked.

“Tell our people to keep an eye on the mansion,” Jeremiah ordered. “Since he’s shown himself, we’ll make our move tomorrow night.”

He paused, turning slightly, his eyes catching Yvette’s soft, fluffy hair. She was sitting there, looking obedient and calm, her appearance almost… adorable.

Jeremiah cleared his throat awkwardly. “Let’s meet him tomorrow night,” he added, giving Emmett a knowing look. Emmett understood immediately. Jeremiah was preparing to make his move.

Meanwhile, Yvette, who had been casually scrolling through her phone, raised an eyebrow. She looked tired, glancing up at the two men before returning to her phone, where she lazily fiddled with it. On the screen was a message from Eagle King: [Boss, Flying Fish has been rescued. We’re back at the hotel, awaiting your return.]

The auction downstairs continued without a hitch, with the highest bid for a raw emerald reaching 30 million dollars. The merchants below grew increasingly excited, and the atmosphere in the hall became even more intense.

The first day of the emerald auction had begun at 10 a.m. and ended at 4 p.m. Only then did the crowd begin to disperse.

Kevin and Martin, having already hit the jackpot with the AAA-grade emerald, only bid on one more piece of raw emerald for 3.3 million dollars before deciding to call it quits. With the AAA-grade emerald, they had more than enough to cover their trip and resolve the Garcia family’s crisis.

As they were about to leave, Kevin wanted to say goodbye to Yvette, but Martin stopped him. With an earnest expression, Martin said, “Kevin, I hope you don’t have feelings for that girl. She and the man she’s with aren’t ordinary people. We can’t afford to offend them. She’s out of your league.”

Kevin felt a pang of injustice. What was Uncle Martin talking about? He had never even spent time with Yvette, nor did he understand her cold demeanor. “Uncle Martin, what are you saying? I just want to thank her in person,” Kevin said, slightly offended.

Still feeling wronged, he muttered, “Besides, am I really that bad? Sure, I may not be as well-built, handsome, or stylish as that guy, and I may not have as much money or power as him.” As Kevin thought it over, he realized Martin had a point—he was no match for Jeremiah.

Seeing that Kevin didn’t have any romantic feelings for Yvette, Martin felt relieved. He had genuinely worried that his not-so-bright nephew might do something reckless, like try to snatch Yvette away from Jeremiah, and end up dead without even knowing how it happened.

Meanwhile, at a mansion in the northern district, chaos reigned. Bullet holes peppered the walls, blood stained the floors, and even the basement door had been blown off, now hanging loosely on one hinge.

Sitting on the couch was a man in his fifties, dressed in a suit. His ferocious eyes and deeply wrinkled face looked grim as he berated the man kneeling before him.

Some of the men were limping, others had injured arms, one had a wound on his face, and another was in worse shape, lying motionless on a stretcher. If not for the faint signs of life, he might have been mistaken for dead.

Standing nearby were several bodyguards in black suits. At the other end of the couch sat a young woman in her twenties. She wore a black nightgown, her pale legs trembling, too scared to even look up.

The woman silently thanked her lucky stars that she had gone to a friend’s house to play cards on a whim. Otherwise, she might have ended up among the bodies being carried out earlier. The bodyguards, however, remained expressionless, having grown accustomed to such scenes.

“A bunch of useless fools!” Caleb yelled, his voice hoarse with anger. “That woman was locked in the basement, with over thirty of you guarding her, and you let her escape? Almost 20 of my men are dead! Useless idiots! Why am I even paying you?”

His chest heaved with rage, his brows furrowed in fury. Caleb had his reasons for keeping the woman locked up. She was perfect in every way, and there was no way he would let someone like that slip through his fingers.

But the woman was strange. Anyone who came within seven feet of her would mysteriously faint—even the doctors couldn’t explain why. He had planned to keep her locked up, hoping she would eventually break down mentally, thinking she would submit.

What he didn’t know was that while he had been gone for just a few hours, someone had broken into the mansion. He had lost more than 20 men, half of them his elite fighters. It was a devastating blow.

“Tell me, how many attackers were there? How did they manage to do this to you?” Caleb demanded.

One of the kneeling men gulped, lowering his head further. His voice was barely audible. “One.”

Caleb couldn’t believe his ears. His face darkened, and he repeated, “Say that again. How many?”

The man trembled, lifting his head slightly, and spoke a little louder. “Just one, Boss. The guy came alone, armed with heavy weapons.”

Caleb’s face twisted in fury. Rage surged through him, making his face flush with anger. “You’re telling me one guy killed so many of my men? Who is he? Who dares to provoke me in Kransbay?” he roared. “Search the entire city, and spread the word. Whoever in the underworld can provide a clue gets a $660,000 reward!”

The bodyguards nodded in unison, as the atmosphere turned even more tense.

By nightfall, all of Kransbay’s underworld knew that Caleb’s mansion had been attacked by a single person. Many were secretly gloating, watching the situation unfold from the sidelines. Caleb had long been known for his domineering ways, and many smaller families had suffered under his threats and harassment. Now, someone had finally put him in his place, and they couldn’t help but enjoy the spectacle.

After the auction ended, Emmett led Jeremiah and Yvette back to the hotel. He was stunned when Yvette joined them on the same floor, entering the presidential suite at the far end of the third floor.

Emmett looked at Jeremiah’s expression, but there was no hint of surprise, as if he had known all along. Pointing at Yvette’s retreating figure, Emmett awkwardly asked, “Mr. Chavez, does Ms. Zeller stay here as well?”

Jeremiah stood there, watching until Yvette entered her room, before turning away. He had known a bit earlier than Emmett. “Same hotel? Same floor? She and I are clearly destined to cross paths,” Jeremiah mused.

Emmett had no idea that his boss had already started thinking about destiny.

“Yes. Come in. Let’s get to business,” Jeremiah answered.

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