Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

On the way from the military district to the interrogation room, all the soldiers stopped to salute Jeremiah, but none seemed surprised that Yvette and Samantha were suddenly here in the First Military District.

This made Samantha a bit curious. ‘Isn’t it strange? Jeremiah is known as a ruthless general, and he’s never had a woman around him. Yet here we are, Yve and I, and no one seems the least bit curious? Don’t these soldiers gossip about Jeremiah at all?‘

As they approached the interrogation room, Jeremiah stopped and told Samantha, “Mr. Mitchell is looking for you. Just wait for him in his office.” Then he casually called over a passing soldier and ordered, “Take her to Mr. Mitchell’s office.”

The young soldier was thrilled; just getting to talk to Jeremiah made him happy for three days. He responded loudly, “Yes, Major General!”

Samantha nodded. “Okay, Jeremiah, I understand.” Even if Jeremiah hadn’t said anything, she wasn’t interested in interrogating prisoners. ‘I just have a feeling that Yve’s methods will be terrifying. I’m worried that if I got involved, I’d end up having nightmares. ”

After Samantha followed the soldier, Jeremiah turned to Yvette, smiled, and said softly, “Everyone unrelated to the interrogation has been removed. The remaining ones are my trusted men, so feel free to do as you like. They won’t leave the interrogation room alive.”

Yvette lazily lifted her eyelids and replied, “Got it.”

Jeremiah noticed that her mood was off, so he gently squeezed her hand, saying, “Mom is fine. They didn’t dare touch her; they just locked her up.” At that moment, a flash of anger crossed Jeremiah’s eyes. ‘If anything happens to my mom today, I make these people pay a thousand times over.

Yvette looked up, her delicate features softened a bit as the coldness in her eyes faded.

Jeremiah had sensed her bad mood from the moment they met. How could he not know why?

Inside the interrogation room, five men dressed in black were being held, their faces showing a mix of anger and numbness. They seemed to know their fate, so they didn’t resist, just gritted their teeth in silence. Their hidden poisons had already been confiscated, leaving them desperate for survival but unwilling to betray their master.

When Jeremiah and Yvette entered, the expressions of the five men shifted slightly, showing a hint of fear. They recognized that this was the man who had come into the resort and immediately restrained them without a word, able to find them no matter how they hid.

Capturing one of them might not be difficult, but catching all five at once was the work of a master beyond comprehension. During the interrogation, this man radiated such a powerful aura, sitting silently without asking a single question–it didn’t feel like an interrogation at all. Men like this were the ones these killers feared the most, intimidating without a word, their intentions inscrutable, and who knows what else they might have in store for them?

When the five men saw Yvette walking in beside Jeremiah, they exchanged puzzled glances. ‘Why would they send a woman to interrogate us? Is this some kind of beauty trap?‘

Yvette walked around the table, casually pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed her legs, and even took her time to pull out à piece of vanilla toffee from her pocket and slowly started eating it.

The five men were a bit taken aback by her actions. ‘Didn’t they say Clusia soldiers were all very disciplined? Why isn’t this female soldier following the usual rules?‘

The Clusia soldiers in the interrogation room were also somewhat taken aback, their lips twitching. “This major general’s girlfriend really has a personality. If someone didn’t know better, they might think she was just playing a game with how relaxed she is.

No woman had ever entered the interrogation room before; Yvette was the first.

Jeremiah placed the prepared orange juice on the table, closest to Yvette, so she could easily reach for it when she got thirsty. Then he sat beside her, skillfully taking oranges from the office, peeling them, and placing them in a fruit bowl, arranging them neatly with calculated spacing.

The five Ybaullan men exchanged glances and began speaking in Silarian to ensure the others couldn’t understand them. This was a specific dialect for their communication since not many people studied the language.

Meanwhile, Samantha followed the young soldier, feeling she was riding on Yve’s coattails. The Betrico’s First Military District was the nation’s most important military base, and every soldier who could get in had been carefully selected. Many soldiers dreamed of joining the First Military District, where coming from a good family was just the first step, and individuals had to pass numerous assessments. After all, the First Military District controlled the nation’s most crucial military power, aimed at cultivating high–level military talent, and could not afford any mistakes.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

When she was younger, she had been very curious to see inside but her father had firmly refused and warned her sternly that this wasn’t a place she could visit casually. ‘If it weren’t for Yve, I probably wouldn’t have had the chance to see the First Military District in my lifetime. Since I’m here, I might as well take a good look around.‘

Samantha looked at the soldier leading the way and couldn’t help but ask her burning question, “Um, excuse me, is it okay if I ask you a little question?”

The young soldier blushed when the beautiful woman smiled at him. It was the first time in his years in the army that he had met such a pretty girl who spoke so gently, making him extremely shy. He stuttered, “Uh… um, please go ahead, but I refuse to answer anything related to the military district.” With this, his attitude suddenly became firm. ‘No matter who it is, I won’t say a word about anything concerning national security.

Samantha waved her hand to clarify. “No, you misunderstood. I was just asking if you guys are not at all curious about Jeremiah’s gossip?”

The soldier was taken aback and rubbed the back of his head. “You mean Jeremiah’s gossip?”

Samantha replied, “Yeah, look at us–two beautiful girls showing up beside Jeremiah. Isn’t anyone curious?” Although this question was a bit silly, Samantha was genuinely curious.

The soldier looked at Samantha strangely before answering, “Um, you mean the girl standing beside the major general just now? The reason we’re not curious is that we’ve already seen her photos.”

Now it was Samantha’s turn to be dumbfounded, and she eagerly asked, “No way! How could Yve come to the First Military District?” Her voice rose in pitch.