Masked In Nobility Secrets Of Mrs.Chavez201-300

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Zane couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed as he stood there, trying to process the magnitude of the people standing before him. He had seen influential figures in his career, but these three were on a whole different level. Jeremiah, Yvette, and Andrew were not just figures of wealth and power—they were the kind of people who could change the fate of a city with a single word.

Wyatt, always calculating, had made a subtle but pointed introduction of Zane to Jeremiah, clearly with ulterior motives. Zane had been promoted through Wyatt’s influence, and it was clear that Wyatt saw something in him. Still, Zane was cautious, knowing just how dangerous it could be to get too close to such high-profile individuals. But today, standing in the presence of Jeremiah and Yvette, he realized that the stakes were far greater than anything he had ever encountered.

The exchange between Wyatt and Zane spoke volumes. Zane was in awe, but Wyatt’s casual tone as he explained their identities made it clear that for Wyatt, these people were not just acquaintances—they were family, or perhaps something even deeper.

“Cyanbird?” Zane asked, still grappling with the new information. He had heard of the mysterious artist, of course, but to think she was standing before him, looking like she belonged to a world so far removed from his own… It was almost too surreal. His mind raced as Wyatt continued.

“Yes, Mr. Chavez’s girlfriend, the one the Chambers family lost over twenty years ago. That’s Cyanbird herself,” Wyatt confirmed, his voice serious.

Zane felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. He had heard rumors, but this was beyond anything he had imagined. Jeremiah, the youngest general in Clusia, the heir of the Chavez family, and Cyanbird—these were names that carried weight. They could reshape not just the art world but also the power dynamics of an entire nation.

His thoughts were interrupted as Wyatt explained Andrew’s identity. Zane couldn’t hide his shock as Wyatt casually dropped the bombshell that Andrew was none other than the grandson of Arnold, the head of the Betrico military district.

“Wait, that Tim Arnold?” Zane blurted, suddenly feeling his world tilt. “The Commander of the Betrico Military District?”

Wyatt nodded, confirming what Zane had feared. This was no ordinary visit to the police station; this was a carefully orchestrated display of power.

Zane wiped the sweat from his brow, realizing just how lucky he was not to have opened his mouth earlier. If he had made the wrong move, he might have found himself out of a job—or worse.

As they walked into the station, the room fell into a stunned silence. The officers who had been working on the case were shocked, not only by the arrival of such high-profile figures but also by the weight of the situation. The case involving the car accident was no longer just an accident; it had now become a matter of political and social importance.

Lachlan, an experienced cop, had been working on other cases when he saw Yvette step into the station. He hadn’t realized that she was back in town, nor had he heard about the car accident. But as soon as his eyes fell on her, a wide grin spread across his face. He rushed over to her, completely forgetting the other individuals in the room.

“Ms. Zeller, what brings you here? Is there something you need?” Lachlan asked eagerly, his eyes shining with gratitude. He didn’t even acknowledge Jeremiah or Andrew, clearly more focused on Yvette. “I have to tell you, the medicine you gave me last time worked wonders. I’m feeling fantastic!”

Yvette glanced over at him with a cool, composed expression, unfazed by the attention. “Just handling some business. You’re in good shape now, so you can stop taking the medicine.”

Lachlan beamed, clearly relieved. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop as soon as I get home, Ms. Zeller,” he said, practically glowing with happiness.

The exchange was brief, but it spoke volumes about the power Yvette held. Even in a place like this, among hardened police officers and criminals, she commanded respect with nothing more than a few words. The subtlety of her actions and the way she carried herself left a lasting impression on everyone present.

As they continued through the station, the trio’s every move seemed to command attention. Zane, still reeling from the shock of meeting such influential people, couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe mixed with fear. He wasn’t sure what had brought them here, but he knew one thing for certain: this was a game changer. Whatever happened next would be felt throughout Seacrity and beyond.

For Zane, it was a reminder of just how small his world truly was—and just how easily someone like him could be swept away by the tide of power.

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