Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Early the next morning, all mainstream media and newspapers reported the incident from yesterday when Ybaullan Robin and Malcolm were taken away by Interpol as suspected terrorists.

A variety of sensational headlines emerged one after another, and the internet was buzzing with activity, as lively as could be.

[I’m saying, what really happened to our goddess yesterday? The live broadcast was interrupted, and there is no official news. I’m so worried. My goddess must be alright]

[Me too, I couldn’t sleep well last night. How is our goddess really doing?]

[Our goddess is so strong. I said she must have noticed something off about Robin and Malcolm. Who would have thought these two could be terrorists?]

[Exactly, yesterday was a twist of events. I didn’t expect that in the end, it was those two from Ybaulla who got taken away.]

It wasn’t just domestic websites and media; even foreign media sites were frantically covering the story. The secretary of Ybaulla’s prime minister possibly being a terrorist. This was a big joke.

At Skyland, Charles looked at the headline in the newspaper he was holding. Goddess of Clusia strikes a heavy blow, terrorists have nowhere to hide and are captured, and the law is all–encompassing.

He twitched at the corner of his eye and thought, ‘The title is certainly eye–catching…”

Of course, this wasn’t from any mainstream newspaper, just some tabloids. After all, the investigation results hadn’t come out yet, so the official media hadn’t officially spoken up.

Andrew took the newspaper and looked at it while sighing. “Yvette, you’re famous now. The streets are full of talks about how you taught Robin a lesson yesterday. The top comment is about wanting to marry you. Mr. Chavez must be under a lot of pressure.”

Yesterday, all the compound kids learned that Yvette was a first–class Interpol officer. Now, these people all wanted to line up to

get an autograph or something. Andrew firmly refused this. He thought, ‘Yvette is so busy; she doesn’t have time to deal with them.’

Charles, looking at Yvette who was calmly eating breakfast across from him, asked, “Yve, will Robin and Malcolm be released?”

Charles was certain that the life and death of those two people, whether to release or not, must be up to Yve, so asking her would definitely get the right answer.

Andrew immediately pricked up his ears, listening intently.

Yvette’s eyes flickered slightly, her posture casual as she pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, her expression indifferent as she slowly spoke. “They will be released tomorrow.”

Charles nodded, not surprised, as there was no substantial evidence, and the whole world was watching, so they couldn’t keep holding them indefinitely.

Andrew let out a sigh of disappointment. Although Yvette was an Interpol officer, she couldn’t just judge those two people; they had to be released. Although he knew this was reasonable, he still felt a bit reluctant.

Andrew comforted, “Yvette, I know you did your best. If they’re released, it’s ok.”

Yvette raised her eyebrows, looking at the somewhat dejected Andrew, and casually said, “Robin must play.”

Andrew and Charles were stunned; they had forgotten about this. Robin was the representative player for the tournament on the Ybaullan side in the competition the day after tomorrow.

Andrew didn’t understand and thought, ‘ At this time, it’s good for them to detain Robin in this situation. “Yvette, wouldn’t it be better for us to hold him first?”

Yvette curled her lips, her eyes cold and deep, calmly looking at the puzzled Andrew. “Robin takes pride in his identity as a world champion. What do you think he would do if he was defeated by a Clusian woman he looks down on?”

Charles pondered for a moment. Andrew also figured it out, slapping the table and excitedly shouting. “Right, if our Clusian woman defeats him in the tournament, he would feel worse than death. Let’s see if he has the face to participate in competitions in the future. It’s a good plan.”

With Robin’s arrogant personality, he would probably commit seppuku in a minute.

After saying that, Andrew immediately sighed again. “But Yvette, to be honest, it’s really hard to find a female Go master. We can’t have Louis dress up as a woman, can we?”

Yvette got up, her eyes dark, half–lowering her eyelids, and lightly smiled, pursing her lips, her voice as cold as ever. “Just wait.”

After saying that, she went upstairs, leaving a confused Andrew and a thoughtful Charles behind.

Charles thought of a possibility. He thought, ‘Does Yvette mean to compete herself? But I don’t think it is likely I have never seen Yyette play Go. Could it be that she is also a Go master, capable of competing with a world champion like Robin?”

Yvette had just stepped into her bedroo

one that hadn’t shown up in two years.

when her phone rang. The caller ID showed a strange number from Mysonna

excited. “Dear Yve, you are finally Yvette tapped lightly, and the call connected. The man’s voice on the other side was very willing to answer my call. After arresting the drug lord last time, you said you were going on vacation, and it’s been almost two years with no news. If it weren’t for the case reported by the Betrico branch yesterday, I wouldn’t even know you are in Clusia now?”

Yvette held the phone away from her ear, her voice light and cold. “Yeah, what’sC0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

On the other end of the line was Terry, the chairman of Interpol the matter? If not, I’m hanging up.”

He helplessly rubbed his temple. He thought, ‘Her character and temper are still the same, making her say more than a few words is impossible.’

He was used to it; if he wasn’t, there was no way, as getting more than a few words from her was hard.

Terry sighed, “The incident that happened yesterday is known worldwide. Ybaulla has used various connections to demand the organization to release those two people, and I’ve held them down. Jack said you agreed to release them. Is this true?”

He, the chairman of Interpol, had to personally call Yvette to ask if this was true. If she said not to release them, no matter who spoke, they couldn’t be released. Otherwise, he couldn’t find two such people for her. If she said to release them, then they were released.

These two people, whether dead or alive, made no difference to the organization. But Yvette was different; she must not be offended. He would need her help to handle those difficult cases next time. Only she could guarantee a 100% success rate.

Yvette said indifferently, “Yeah.”

Terry finally felt relieved. “Alright, since you’ve spoken, I’ll release them. But why are you in Clusia? How long do you plan to stay? Can you come back for this year’s training? Can you help train some new officers?”

Terry’s attitude was as humble as could be. He thought, ‘If she can come back and train a few quality officers, wouldn’t that