Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez Novel by Selina Gorges

Sandor and Dee approached with milk in hand. It was their first time trying to strike up a conversation while holding milk.

They noticed the mocking looks of bystanders and felt embarraged.

They thought, ‘Why would a beautiful woman come to a bar and order milk?

Some bar acquaintances recognized Sandor and Dee and understood their intentions but were too intimidated by the Tiger Head Gang to say anything.

Watching Yvette, they felt pity for her to be potentially ruined by men.

Dee spoke up first, “Pretty girl, are you alone? Mind if we join you?

Yvette rested her chin on her hand, glancing at them before raising her gaze.

The men felt uneasy under her intense gaze.

Then Yvette smiled, stunning them both.

Her beauty was captivating, and her smile seemed to eclipse the world.

Dee’s eyes lit up, and he whispered something to Sandor, who looked at Yvette with eager eyes,

Yvette caught every word the two whispered, though they seemed unaware that their lips had given them away.

Yvette’s fingers lightly tapped the milk cup she held, a faint, knowing smile appearing on her lips.

She thought. ‘Did these two want to hand me over to Burley?

Interesting. They’re the first to try to sell me out.”

After their muttered conversation, the two men reappeared at Vette’s booth

Dee attempted to sit closer, but Yvette’s indifferent gaze stopped him. “Get lost,” she said coldly.

Embarrassed by Yvette’s dismissive remark, Dee wanted to break a glass to scare her.

Although thinking Yvette was unappreciative, Sandor quickly gave Dee a way out, smoothing things over to prevent any escalation and losing their opportunity to please their boss.

“Dee, how can you be rude to such a beautiful woman? I apologize on his behalf,” he said, giving Dee a pointed look. Reluctantly, Dee apologized to Yvette. “I’m sorry, miss. I got carried away. I hope you won’t take it to heart.”

Throughout their whole drama, Yvette barely looked up, not saying a word.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Onlookers were nervous about her attitude toward the two men, backed by the powerful Tiger Head Gang, affiliated with the infamous Blaze Hall, one of the 72 halls under the Goodman family.

Yvette rested her wrist on the table expressionlessly, glancing at the tiger insignia emblazoned on the cuffs of their shirts.

She took a sip of her milk, her emotions hidden beneath her calm exterior.

“Are you guys from the Tiger Head Gang?” she asked.

Sandor and Dee were taken aback. They didn’t expect her to know about the Tiger Head Gang and wondered if she might be someone not to be messed with.

Sandor’s demeanor shifted, curiosity piqued. “Do you know our ang?

Yvette turned slightly, her voice low. I’ve heard of it

They assumed she meant she recognized their reputation and felt a sense of pride swell within them.

These days, wherever the Tiger Head Gang members went, they commanded respect from everyone.

Dee was practically on cloud nine.

He plopped down in a chair but kept his distance, making sure not to bother Yvette.

Brimming with confidence, Dee said, “Beauty, you’ve heard of the Tiger Head Gang? We’re the top gang under the Blaze Hall. Our Boss is highly regarded, and we are his trusted aides. Let’s be friends. If you’re ever in trouble, we’ll always have your back.”

Sandor sat on the sofa and nodded in agreement with Dee.

Seeing Yvette remain silent, Dee quickly pulled a transparent bag from his pocket.

The white powder looked especially tempting under the bar’s dim lights.

They took it blatantly, visibility reflecting the area’s lawlessness.

The people around weren’t surprised at all.

This was in Mysonna, a chaotic political landscape where businessmen could become presidents, and money and power ruled the capitalist environment.

The people under the Goodman family’s Blaze Hall were dealing drugs, but no one dared to speak up.

Dee waved a small bag of white powder in front of Yvette, pride evident in his tone. “Beauty, want to try this? It’s new, and promise you’ll crave more afterward. The first time’s on me. What do you say?”

Sandor chimed in, “Yeah, don’t be so cold! Let’s be friends. If you’re unsatisfied, we’ll make it up to you.”

Normally, when they talked like that, girls would let their guard down and try it. It was their usual trick, always successful, especially with those naive girls new to the bar scene.

Over the past year, they had scammed countless victims, and even those who resisted eventually succumbed.

Seeing Yvette’s looks and figure, the two guys felt a surge of excitement.

Yvette, however, remained expressionless, her eyes sharp as her fingers tapped the armrest.

“Does Blaze Hall know you’re dealing drugs?” she asked, feigning innocence.

The two men were stunned. They hadn’t expected her to mention drugs directly, but they didn’t think much of it afterward.

They thought, ‘Had they misjudged her? Could this girl be a party-goer too?”

Dee quickly tried to defend himself. “Come on, it’s not a drug, just something to make you feel good, not highly addictive. You can take it or leave it. Don’t worry, we promise. Plus, it’s not expensive. Don’t you want to give it a try?”

These two were excellent liars. If it were an ordinary girl, she might have been tempted.

Meanwhile, some bystanders, still holding onto their morals, shook their heads at Yvette, silently urging her not to believe them.

Yvette stared at the bag for a moment before looking away.

A smirk formed on her lips as she pressed her cool fingers against the brim of her cap-

The soft glow illuminated her delicate features.

She fixed her gaze on the two men and coldly asked, “Do you know how Eban died?”