Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Eagle King paused mid-shake and said, “Flying Fish has been all over the place lately. She’s totally obsessed with some boy band star named Claude. As a killer, she’s been acting like a fangirl, chasing a star around. Boss, you might want to have a word with her. At this rate, she could lose her spot as the number three assassin.”

A killer in love? Interesting, Yvette let out a laugh at the jealousy in Eagle King’s eyes. Just as she reached for another drink, she found her glass was empty.

Eagle King had seen her empty cup a while back but deliberately chose not to refill it. Yvette might be exceptional at everything, but her drinking was a whole different story–pretty awful, to be honest.

As a top assassin, when Yvette drank too much, she’d grab whoever was sitting next to her and just stare at them in silence. If they wanted to leave, their only option was to hit her hard enough to knock her out. But after a few drinks, Yvette became way stronger-like, next-level strong.

The first time Yvette, Flying Fish, and Eagle King drank together, Eagle King was sent flying with just one punch from Yvette. He ended up hurt and took days to bounce back. But the worst part? The next day, Yvette completely forgot how brutal she’d been while drinking.

That painful memory made Eagle King vow never to let Yvette down more than two drinks. Unless, of course, someone really wanted to get knocked around a bit.

“Another drink!” Yvette said.

Eagle King waved his hands, and less than thirty seconds later, he had packed away all the bartending tools.

Yvette raised an eyebrow, confused. ‘Is he really not going to let me drink?’

“It’s all gone,” Eagle King explained.

Yvette held up two fingers, signaling for him to lean closer. Reluctantly, he lowered his big head. “Do you think I’m blind?” she asked.

Eagle King shook his head, steadying his gaze. “You’re not blind. You just can’t control yourself after drinking.”

Yvette locked eyes with him, her stare intense.

After about ten seconds, Eagle King realized he was losing. Fine, he’d let her have this one-he could always be the punching bag later. With a sigh, he got back to mixing three more drinks. He only stopped when Yvette nodded, looking satisfied.

Yvette and Eagle King chatted casually with Eagle King as the bar started to fill up. After half an hour, the group of guys who had been scared off by Eagle King, seeing Yvette drink more and more, started to act up again.

They were regulars at the bar-guys with a little extra cash and a belief that fortune favored the bold. Who wouldn’t be tempted by a stunning woman like Yvette? So what if she was with the bartender? They weren’t strangers to flirting with taken women.

As they usually did, they sent their best-looking friend over to spark a conversation with Yvette.

Confident and smooth, the attractive guy walked up, ordered a whiskey, and made a show of minding his own business for a few minutes. Then, he casually turned to Yvette and asked, “Hey, is this your first time here?”

Who does this guy think he is, hitting on my boss?’ Eagle King was ready to step in. But Yvette shot him a quick glance, signaling him to stay out of it.

At that moment, Eagle King actually felt a little sorry for the guy He paused to watch the scene unfold, thinking with a grin, ‘Boss is drunk? Great! Here’s someone willing to take the heat for me!Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Seeing Eagle King’s chill response, the guy thought he had the upper hand. Feeling bold, he leaned in closer and said, “Wanna grab some fun, Miss?”

Yvette set her drink down, her cheeks flushed. The alcohol seemed to make her even more dazzling. “Fun? Sure. Let’s go.”

She pulled a box of candy from her pocket and tossed it to Eagle King, reminding him to take it later, then walked off with the guy, not looking back.

Eagle King held the candy box, wiping it on his sleeve a few times. ‘Boss is something else!’

A bartender, watching the scene unfold, approached Eagle King. “Dude, you’re just sitting there while your girl walks off with them? You do know those guys do this all the time, right? You should go check on her.”

Eagle King waved him off and shrugged. “Nah, it’s cool. She can handle herself. Who knows who’s really in trouble here?”

He sneered silently, These clowns really think they can mess with her? What a joke!’

‘Is he insane? His girl is taken away and here he is, grinning with a box of candy? Doesn’t he realize what’s about to happen? Anyway, if he’s not worried, why should I be?’ The bartender shook his head and turned back to his work, leaving it all behind.

At the back of the bar, two guys lounged in a comfy booth. One of them had striking features, casually holding a cigarette between his fingers. His charming eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything but was still unfazed by the world around him.

Before Yvette walked in, every woman in the place had their eyes on him. But his cold vibe kept them at a distance. A few oblivious ones tried to make a move, only to be gently shooed away by Andrew Mitchell, the younger guy with the babyface sitting next to him.

*Come on, Jeremiah Chavez, lighten up! This is a bar, not a funeral. You’ve already scared off three groups of girls. I get that you think they’re all shallow, but have a heart for me, okay?” Andrew said helplessly.

Jeremiah glanced over and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. His voice was deep and smooth. “Didn’t you just swap numbers with some of them?”

Andrew chuckled awkwardly.

“Stop laughing. You look silly,” Jeremiah remarked with disdain.

‘Well, his words still sting. Poor me, putting up with it all these years. Andrew sighed. Among their friends, he was closest to Jeremiah, and everyone else envied him. Who wouldn’t want to be connected to the Chavez family? But only Andrew knew just how hard Jeremiah’s words could hit.

Jeremiah didn’t come to bars often, only popping up when he had a mission or was hanging with Andrew. Andrew loved partying, drinking, and racing, while Jeremiah was all about missions.

Watching Jeremiah sip his drink, Andrew couldn’t help but admire him. ‘Is it even possible to look that good while drinking? Doesn’t he see all the girls ready to swoop in?’

In the upper circles of Betrico, Jeremiah was seen as a rising star, While their friends indulged in lavish feasts and entertainment, Jeremiah had quietly served in the military, keeping his true identity under wraps.

After five years, he earned several prestigious awards and, in his final act of bravery, snagged a top honor that pushed him to the rank of major general. Only then did more people start to know him-the only heir of the powerful Chavez family and now the youngest major general in the country.

‘How could our worlds be so different?’ Andrew thought to himself. ‘Sure, Jeremiah has faced challenges I can’t even imagine, and he definitely deserves his success. But I still prefer being a carefree p**oy, riding on his coattails and enjoying life-messing around with cars, chasing girls, and just having a good time.

“Report to Argrol University tomorrow and don’t be late,” said Jeremiah suddenly.