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

After Flying Fish got a direct confirmation from Yvette, she was stunned.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She took a deep breath before speaking, “Boss, Silas is the director of the top medical lab in Mysonna. How did you manage to have him lower his status and come to my apartment to deliver the antidote to Charles? My gosh, it’s unbelievable!”

While they were talking. Yvette had already changed her clothes into a simple tracksuit, familiar canvas shoes, and a black baseball cap. Her androgynous style was incredibly cool.

She noticed the small hair tie on the table, paused slightly, then picked it up and casually tied her hair. Her voice was indifferent, saying, “I’m heading over now,”

Silas was sixty this year, but he was so well-preserved he looked no different from a man in his forties. His hair was perfectly combed and his eyes were bright and full of energy.

He glanced down at the vintage watch on his wrist. It had been ten minutes since the door had closed. He didn’t show a trace of impatience on his face.

The door opened again. Silas remained as gentlemanly and composed as ever.

“Hello, miss, sorry to bother you. I’m here to deliver the antidote of No.7 Toxin for Mr. Jameson, Silas said.

Flying Fish had already changed into everyday clothes, and she was taken aback by Silas’s polite words.

She had seen Silas’s temper firsthand when she was undercover as a maid in Silas’s house back in the day. Silas was the type of person

who wouldn’t hesitate to scold his son.

I have kept him waiting for almost ten minutes. His pleasant demeanor nearly makes me want to swear. It is terrifying Flying Fish thought.

Flying Fish quickly composed herself, shifted sideways, and politely extended her hand.

“Hello, Mr. Walson. Please come in, Flying Fish said.

Silas gave a slight smile as he walked into the apartment. A seemingly unremarkable trinket in the entryway caught his eye,

It was the first one-of-a-kind item auctioned at last year’s West Auction House. It was eventually sold for 3.3 million dollars.

“What an impressive gesture! How could someone just casually place it right at the entrance? Silas thought.

With his impeccable manners, Silas kept his eyes forward as he proceeded to the couch and took a seat.

Trailing behind, Flying Fish noticed Silas’s gaze pause on a spot in the entryway. Though it was just a few seconds, observation was key for Flying Fish as an assassin. So she didn’t miss a beat with what Silas was up to.

There isn’t much in the entryway, just a few knick-knacks I have collected. What could have caught his attention? Flying Fish wondered.

The atmosphere in the living room was filled with an awkwardness that was hard to describe.

Silas sat upright on the couch, with a glass of water that Flying Fish had just poured sitting in front of him.

Flying Fish sat across from Silas, trying her best not maid to make eye contact, afraid Silas might recognize her past as a little

Silas spoke in a neutral tone, “Ms. Fish, can you tell me where the patient is now? I can give him the antidote right away.”

Flying Fish’s eye twitched slightly, thinking, “Seriously? Ms. Fish

She glanced at the black suitcase by Silas’s left foot, guessing it probably held the antidote for No.7 Toxin.

“Well, Charles is in the next room. Let me take you to him.” Flying Fish replied.

Silas nodded. He felt a bit disappointed. He had come in person to meet Yvette, but since Yvette wasn’t there, he felt deflated. and just wanted to finish the task and leave.

Flying Fish’s thoughts matched Silas’s. She also didn’t want to spend more time with Silas.

Charles, lying in bed in the room, had been excited all night. Hearing the faint sounds from outside, he wished he could go to the living room to welcome them

‘Could I really get my life back! Every moment before the door was knocked on, Charles was consumed by this question.

“Come in, Charles lowered his voice, struggling to utter those two words. After one night, he could only open his mouth. Hel couldn’t move a finger.

When Charles finally saw who entered through the door, his reaction was even more intense than Flying Fish’s. Even though his body stayed still, his wide eyes and facial expression revealed how surprised he was,

It is Silas Walson, Charles thought.

Charles knew Silas, who led the medical lab that Braydon had been desperately trying to win over. Despite offering a fortune, Silas never even accepted an invitation for dinner.

For an ordinary person, the Goodman family could ensure one would disappear without a trace.

But Silas wasn’t just anyone. With the support of Mysonna’s president and a background in a distinguished family, it wasn’t easy for the Goodman family to make a move against Silas.

Braydon tried every conceivable method but eventually had to give up since Sillas couldn’t be persuaded.

Seeing Charles also looking shocked made Flying Fish feel a bit more balanced. Sure enough, anyone would feel bewildered seeing someone like Silas, Flying Fish thought.

“Hello, Mr. Walson, Charles composed himself and greeted. Just saying those words took quite a bit of effort.

Silas was also aware of Charles’s identity. He might not be involved with the underworld, but he had heard some rumors about Charles’s reputation.

Silas was well aware of how powerful No.7 Toxin was. Enduring it for this long was truly commendable

Silas had consistently refused the Goodman family’s attempts to win him over. But unexpectedly, he let his guard down, and members sent by the Goodman family managed to infiltrate.

Silas had high hopes for Fiona. She was young and talented. Although she couldn’t compare with Wette, with proper training. Fiona had potential. However, she unexpectedly turned out to be associated with Braydon

Silas smiled gently, thinking, “Ultimately, I bear some responsibility for this. No.7 Toxin has originated from my medical lab. Charles is Yvette’s friend. It is only right to save him.’

Silas’s tone held a hint of admiration, saying, “Hello, Mr. Jameson. You’re incredibly strong. Making it this far is nothing short of a miracle.

Charles’s stiff tongue managed to utter two words, “Thank you.”

Without delay, Silas grabbed the black case and walked to the bedside. He opened the case and took out a syringe filled with light blue liquid.

Silas squinted. Pressing down on Charles’s numb left arm, he injected the liquid.

As the light blue medication in the syringe diminished, Charles gaze gradually became clearer. His fingers could move slightly.

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Silas the syringe back into the black case. The syringe needed to be taken back for special handling. Besides being the antidote for No.7 Toxin, it would be poisonous to anyone who wasn’t infected.

Seeing Charles trying hard to move his fingers, Silas reassured him, saying, “Mr. Jameson, there’s no need to rush. In about an hour, your bodily functions will gradually recover. With your physical condition, you should be back to normal in two

hours”

Charles calmed his excitement.

He thought he was doomed, but he didn’t expect Yvette to know Silas and save his life.

I no longer owe the Goodman family. From now on, my life belongs to Ms. Zeller, Charles thought.

Silas picked up the black case and left the room. Flying Fish noticed and followed.

Silas reached the door and was about to leave but paused and turned back. He stared at Flying Fish, who followed behind.

His gaze subtly carried a hint of inquiry. His expression was stern. Yet his whole demeanor exuded a gentle and scholarly quality.

Flying Fish felt a chill run down her spine as Silas’s gaze seemed to pierce through her. But she quickly composed herself and smiled casually.

Her alluring demeanor instantly shifted to that of a cute young girl in a second.

“What’s going on, Mr. Walson? Is there something on my face?” Flying Fish asked.

Just as Silas was about to speak, Flying Fish didn’t give him the chance and continued talking, “You don’t need to say it, my face has something called beauty. Lots of people have mentioned it.”

Even someone as experienced as Silas was momentarily struck speechless by Flying Fish’s audacious confidence.