Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Finally, just as Quinn was about to give up and collapse from nervousness, the elevator door finally slid open. Yvette and Jeremiah, leading the group, stepped out of the elevator.

Quinn wiped the sweat off his forehead and immediately approached. “Ms. Zeller…

Quinn’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw Rodney, the quiet and obedient young man following Yvette.

To his shock, Rodney was not walking beside or ahead of her, but following behind her. This was highly unusual. It meant Rodney placed Yvette at the forefront. This was serious.

Quinn’s heart raced as he quickly bowed deeply, his voice shaking slightly.

Yvette glanced at the sweating Quinn and said, “We’ll leave our luggage in the room for now, and we’ll pick it up in two days.”

Quinn nodded eagerly, “Sure, Ms. Zeller. We’ll make sure your belongings are well taken care of. That floor won’t be assigned to any other guests for now. You can rest easy.”

Quinn made up his mind to guard the second floor even if it meant no sleep for him. If anything happened to Yvette’s luggage, he feared Rodney might blow up the hotel into oblivionContent is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

At the entrance of the hotel, a line of more than a dozen black cars was parked in an orderly fashion. The crowd that had gathered earlier had been cleared out, and now the entire street was empty, save for Rodney’s people.

Samantha looked at the street which was now devoid of life, thinking, ‘It was bustling just a moment ago, and now it’s completely quiet.’

Eagle King was wearing bright red shorts, green flip–flops, and a flowered shirt with his chest muscles faintly visible. He surveyed the street and said, “Rodney has learned to make an entrance now, huh?”

Charles stood still, eyes locked on Rodney who was following behind Yvette. He thought, ‘If it weren’t for Yvette’s help and his own strength, he would probably have been dead a hundred times!

Charles suddenly wondered, ‘How many people has Yvette saved? This time, it was the king of Voraxia. Who will it be next time?‘

As Rodney stepped out of the hotel, two bodyguards in black suits, their muscles bulging and guns drawn, immediately approached him. They bowed deeply and respectfully addressed him as “Mr. Robinson“, then flanked him on either side, taking up a protective stance.

As soon as Rodney stepped out of the room on the second floor, he seemed like a different person. His face had turned serious, and with a ruthless demeanor that didn’t match his age, he glanced at the bodyguards and said, “Go home now.”

Then, turning to Yvette, his expression softened into a smile. “The people you saved are still in the village, Yvette. They talk about you all the time. Let’s head back now.”

Yvette lowered her gaze, noticing the slight unease and ingratiation in Rodney’s eyes. With a casual tone, she said, “Alright.”

The group split into two cars. Yvette, Jeremiah, and Rodney were in one car, while Samantha, Charles, Emmett, and Eagle King were in another.

Once inside the car, Eagle King looked at the modified black car. “This is no joke. I bet the modifications alone cost a fortune. The cost of these upgrades probably exceeds the price of the car itself.”

Emmett and Charles could tell immediately. The entire car had been restructured using space–grade materials, and when they did the math, they realized the modifications were indeed more expensive than the car itself.

Samantha didn’t know much about cars, but she could tell by the materials that they were expensive. She sighed.

“Sometimes, I really feel like Yvette is some kind of goddess. She can do anything, effortlessly changing someone’s fate.”

It wasn’t just about changing fate–it was more like defying the odds. For Rodney, meeting Yvette was the greatest stroke of luck in his life.

Emmett and Charles nodded seriously, fully agreeing with her statement. As someone who had personally been trained by Yvette, Charles understood just how deep this went.

Eagle King, lounging with his legs crossed, had on his glaringly right green flip–flops. It was impossible to ignore. He looked at Charles, Samantha, and Emmett, saying, “Don’t make such a fuss. Yvette always surprises you. You’ll get used to it.”

They thought, ‘What else could we do? Yvette is just so powerful

Rodney sat in the passenger seat, visibly frustrated as he glanced at Yvette and Jeremiah in the back. His gaze lingered on Jeremiah.

Jeremiah, unhurried, peeled an orange and held it up to Yvette’s mouth. She naturally opened her mouth to take it, her gaze still fixed on her phone, not bothering to look up.

This scene made Rodney furious.

Jeremiah raised his head and glanced at Rodney in the front seat, a smirk playing on his lips. He waved the orange in his hand and said in a low voice, “Would you like one?”

Rodney turned around in a huff, closing himself off completely. He muttered, “No, I don’t want it. It’s too sour.”

Jeremiah watched Rodney sulk, his smile fading slightly.

After three hours of driving, they arrived at the entrance of a training ground–Rodney’s base. The grand gate stood before them, guarded by rows of fully armed soldiers in camouflage, standing at attention with guns in hand.

Once the car stopped, they got out. Rodney nodded indifferently at the soldiers around them. Immediately, the soldiers stood at attention, holding their rifles, and bowed deeply.

Some of the soldiers froze for a moment when they saw Yvette. Though they tried to hide their excitement, it was clear from their expressions.

Rodney turned to Yvette and said, “Let’s go inside, Yvette.”

Yvette nodded, and they walked into the camp. It was only after they entered that Samantha, Charles, and Emmett realized that while the camp looked modest from the outside, it was actually a whole different world on the inside.

They noticed that all the buildings were made of red bricks with distinctive designs. The red walls, combined with flowing water and artificial mountains, gave the place an elegant feel. It was carefully decorated.

They also passed several women in plain clothes and children playing. This didn’t feel like a military base at all. It felt more like a paradise. From the faces of the women and children, it was clear they were genuinely happy, not pretending.

This scene left the group in awe. It was nothing like what they had expected.

Jeremiah, walking alongside Yvette, looked around and felt a bit surprised. This definitely didn’t look like Voraxia at all. If they hadn’t been told, they might have thought they had stepped into a random village in Clusia. There was no war but happiness.

Eagle King casually pulled a blade of grass from the ground and chewed on it, glancing at the astonished expressions of the group. “Rodney may be ruthless, but he’s not the kind of person who kills indiscriminately or does anything to seize power. “The people here are either the soldiers‘ families, those who voluntarily followed him, or people who’ve suffered great misfortunes. As long as they don’t betray him, he lets them live under his protection.

“Yvette helped him out back then, both with money and connections, because she saw some goodness in the kid. Otherwise, why would she have gone to such lengths to help him?”

Charles and Emmett nodded. Regardless of whether this was a tactic for gaining loyalty or a mix of methods, the fact remained that the people here seemed to be living better lives than elsewhere. They were undoubtedly happier.

Samantha looked at the smiling children by the road, her thoughts running deep. If she hadn’t come here, she would never have realized that a place in the notorious Golden Triangle, famous for its drug trade and chaos, could have a hidden sanctuary.