Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Chapter 192

On the phone, Hazel paused before saying, "Sienna, is everything okay? Did Vibe get a new designer who wants to compete? Unfortunately, submissions are closed, and unless there's an exception, we can't add more. The first round of judging has already started Sienna knew the chances were slim. She whispered; looking at the designs in her hand, "Such a pity for Yve's new designs" Hearing "Yve," Hazel's mind raced. She hadn't heard those words from Sienna in years. She wondered, 'Does she come back with new designs?"

Trying to remain calm, Hazel said, "Is she making a comeback? Although the first round has started, I have a special privilege ticket that can send a designer's work straight to the finals. Mail the designs to the Designers' Association, and I'll handle it. By the way, does this collection have a name?" Sienna listened as Hazel spoke quickly, amused at her teacher's sudden shift in tone at the mention of Yvette's work.

Flipping through the designs, Sienna knew Yvette would likely scribble the name in an inconspicuous corner..

On the eleventh sheet, she found a small word, suppressing a laugh. She thought, Is this really the name?

Hazel remained patient on the other end, eager to see the designs. "Blossom" had shot Vibe to fame five years ago, and she wondered what surprise awaited this time.

Hazel noticed the пасе

Sienna hesitated bound of flipping pages had stopped for a while. She finally asked, "What's up? Did you find the name?"

before replying, "Found it. But the name is... well, it's just 'Nameless."

Hazel wasn't surprised; Yvette was always rather casual. "Maybe there's some hidden meaning?"

Sienna sighed, "She's probably just being lazy about naming it."

Hazel was left speechless.

In front of an apartment in Mysonna

Yvette arrived at the door, which opened remotely. The apartment looked ordinary from the outside, but inside it was all about luxury and high-tech.

The seemingly

simple glass was actually the latest international bulletproof material. The glass alone could buy a villa. Every little item inside was an auction rarity or a royal treasure, unseen in the market. Yvette stepped i in, took off her cap, hung her coat by the entrance, and poured herself a glass of water at the bar. With a calm expression, she said, "Come out."

Flying

Fish emerged from a "wall" in the apartment, wearing a Tshirt, shorts, and blue slippers.

Behind the wall was a secret room specially designed by the trio, as the Eagle King would put it, "Every assassin needs a safe space. In reality, it was a place for them to play cards, have late-night snacks, and play video games in Mysonna

Flying Fish blew a kiss to Yvette, who was sitting at the bar, then dramatically flopped onto the couch. "Boss, come here."

Yvette rested her lovely chin on her hand, gently swaying the glass in her hand. Her eyes lowered slowly, settling on Flying Fish's deliberately exposed thigh. She curled her lips into a slight smile, her voice soft and husky. "Tm afraid you won't be able to handle it." Flying Fish froze, thinking, 'Is she flirting? Oh my gosh!"

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Yvette lazily shifted her gaze to the innermost room, her eyes glinting subtly. Is he dead?"

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Fish adjusted her position, crossing her legs and casually lighting a cigarette. "Not dead, but barely alive. When I took him from the Goodman family, he looked fine, just unconscious, I got Landon to check him fully, and guess what, boss?" looked down, fingers gently tracing the rim of her glass, eyes deep and unreadable.

Fish clicked her tongue. She had to admit that Braydon's reputation for being ruthless was spot on. Everyone in the business knows Charles was the leader of Blaze Hall and Braydon's trusted ally. Yet Braydon didn't hesitate to go hard on someone who's been fighting by his side for years. Flying Fish wasn't sure why Yvette wanted to save Charles, but there must be a reason. "Charles was injected with the latest No.7 Toxin by Braydon, and his body is breaking down fast. He doesn't have much time left. Even if there's a cure, he might never really recover. But there's a shred of hope. Landon said if we find the elusive Miracle Doctor, we might save him. The problem is that the last sighting was during the outbreak in Afriwo years ago. No news since then. And no one knows if Miracle Doctor is a man or a woman, young or old. Where do we even start looking

Yvette remained expressionless, silently watching Flying Fish smoke. She put down her glass, raised an eyebrow, and sent a text. [Someone from the lab leaked the No.7 toxin. Deliver an antidote to this address tomorrow.] She got a reply in less than a minute. [Sorry, Ms. Zeller. I'll handle it right away.]

Yvette pocketed her

her phone and headed into the room, with Flying Fish putting out her cigarette and following.

Inside, Charles was already awake. He had vaguely heard voices outside, but the apartment's soundproofing kept him from making out the words. He wanted to get up and see what was happening but couldn't move, so he lay there waiting.

He was very excited, but the nerve

He almost called out to his mentorin had already paralyzed his limbs. He could barely move his fingers and could only talk normally.

but swallowed the word when he saw Flying Fish behind her. "Yve."

Yvette settled on the sofa, leaning back, eyes cold and deep, showing no particular emotion toward Charles.

Flying Fish couldn't read the situation and silently stood beside Yvette. The room was thick with an atmosphere of unspoken tension.

Charles looked down, feeling defeated. He was sure Yvette regretted teaching him, and now he was neither alive nor dead. His existence felt like a disgrace.

A harsh resolve filled Charles's gaze. Death seemed like his only option. "Yve, I'm sorry."

Upon hearing this, Yvette looked up, her lips pressed together. Her eyes were dark and deep, exuding a cold intensity. With a calm and icy voice, she said, 'Got a death wish?"

Charles shook his head. He thought that Dying in front of Yvette would only taint her eyes.