Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662 

In the car, Callum turned to Sage. “If Yvette succeeds, we must let her leave Yhaulla alive.” 

Sage’s muscular frame was highlighted by a form–fitting black sit. “Don’t worry. Mr. Iverson won’t be attending the higher- ups meeting today.” 

He continued. “As long as we handle this properly and leave no evidence behind, he won’t be able to do anything. Besides, there won’t be anyone left for him to command.” 

This was precisely Calluny’s plan–who wouldn’t want to ascend the ladder after being stuck in the same place for so long? Only at the top could one truly be free from restraints. 

At the hotel entrance, Sage approached Yvette as soon as she emerged, several men in black following closely behind him. He grinned. “Ms. Zeller, this way, please. Mr. Barnes is waiting for you in the car.” 

Yvette, dressed in all black and radiating an intimidating presence, cast a sharp glance at Callum. He sat in the backseat of the first car, deliberately turning his head away. She raised an eyebrow, thinking, “Putting on an act in front of me, huh? 

Yvette strode toward the second car, opened the door, and smoothly slid into the backseat, leaving Sage standing there awkwardly, She has no manners at all! he thought. 

Sage issued a few quick orders to the men in black before climbing into the backseat 

From the first car, Callum watched her ignore him, heading straight for the second car. His face darkened as he fumed. growling at Sage, “She keeps pushing her luck. Once this is over, I’ll make her pay!” 

re our guys know to show her no mercy when the time comes.” 

Sage reassured. “Mr. Barnes, don’t worry. I’ll make sure 

The car headed north for nearly an hour and a half, the vibrant city skyline gradually fading into quiet, tree–lined streets. It finally stopped before a building that showcased distinct Ybaullan–style architecture. Sage and Callum stepped out of the car, followed closely by Yvette. 

Around forty to fifty men in sleek black suits lined the entrance, their eyes sharp and unyielding, radiating an air of intimidation. 

Sage leaned in, saying to Yvette, “This is where the Steel Serpents are holding their higher–ups‘ meeting. Over 300 members from various factions are here, with Jasper’s group at the forefront. Your target is Jasper, and Mr. Barnes wants everyone eliminated–no exceptions.” 

Yvette adjusted her cap, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her lips. Her green eyes narrowed, a cold glint flickering within them. “As you wish.” 

Sage felt relieved to hear her reassurance. 

Callum, Sage, and Yvette, flanked by around twenty of their men passed through the gates and were escorted by an attendant into the inner hall. Before they even got close, the unmistakable sound of a heated argument could be heard. 

Callum and Sage were used to the commotion. They were all too familiar with these higher–ups meetings” that were nothing more than power plays–a relentless cycle of disputes that would happen every year. 

Sage opened his mouth to explain but hesitated when he caught sight of Yvette’s bored, uninterested expression. He swallowed the words. 

Yvette, hands casually tucked in her pockets, strolled ahead as though she were on a leisurely sightseeing tour. She looked even more relaxed than Callum and Sage. 

As soon as Callum and Sage entered the hall, those who were arguing stopped right away, turning around to greet them. 

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Chapter 662 

“Mr. Barnes is here! Greetings. Mr. Barnest 

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Only a man in his early forties, with a stern expression and neatly combed hair, sat motionless in a chair. He held a cup of coffee while seven or eight men in black stood behind him. 

The crowd tactfully parted as Callum entered. As the leaders of the two most powerful factions, both Callum and Jasper commanded respect. 

The other six faction leaders were present, their eyes shifting between Callum and Jasper. It was clear to everyone that the upcoming negotiations for next year’s market share would be fierce. 

They thought, ‘It’s clear, Mr. Iverson has been favoring Mr. Atkins lately, sidelining Mr. Barnes‘ interests. But how long will Mr. Barnes let Mr. Atkins push him around? 

Callum settled into his seat across from Jasper. Sage stood by his side, while Yvette, with her cap pulled low, positioned herself casually beside Callum, her expression indifferent. 

Neither Callum nor Jasper spoke. The other faction leaders, sensing the tension, quietly took their seats, waiting for the meeting to begin. 

After a moment, Jasper finally broke the silence. His sharp gaze flicked from Callum to Yvette, and his expression turned cold. He assumed that Yvette was Callum’s lover. 

Irritated. Jasper snapped, “Mr. Barnes, this is a Steel Serpents higher–ups meeting. And you brought a Clusian woman? Don’t you think that’s a breach of protocol? If Mr. Iverson hears about this, you’ll be in deep trouble.” 

To Callum, Jasper was attempting to use Waylon’s name to intimidate him. 

Glowering at Jasper, he responded with a sneer, “Ms. Zeller isn’t the type of woman you’re insinuating. She’s my lifesaver, and her presence makes me feel safe. After all, who knows when the next assassination attempt will come?” 

Jasper’s hand stilled, the coffee cup momentarily frozen in mid–air as his expression darkened. The female assassin heden after Callum returned with the harsh message that had shattered any pretense of civility between them. 

The mask of diplomacy was all but gone. Jasper’s hostility was blatant, and Callum’s cold response made it clear he was just as ready to drop the act, shattering the fragile peace that was barely held together. 

The leaders of other factions lowered their heads, remaining silent.