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

As the car approached the Chasers residence, it left the buzzing city behind and the trees grew thicker on either side of the road. Each of the four great families had their ancestral homies scattered across Seacrity.

After another half hour of driving, the imposing entrance of the Chambers residence finally came into view. Towering gates, flanked by alert security guards, stood watch. Once the gates swing open, the car continued for over ten minutes before reaching the heart of the estate.

Lucas stepped out and opened the car door for Yvette. She got out, carrying only an old black backpack, ignoring the servants’ whispers that were just meant to make her feel self-abased.

Zachary had gone all out to welcome her back to the Chambers family, yet there was no one waiting for her, even though. they knew when she was arriving. Her so-called father couldn’t have neglected her like this. Who was behind it? It had to be Nellie Yvette smiled, taking in the “kindly welcome.”

Lucas observed Yvette closely, knowing this was part of Nellie’s plan too.

The Chambers family really lived up to their reputation. Even at the bottom of the four families, their wealth was staggering. Every painting on the walls was a unique masterpiece, and even the casually placed vases were rare antiques- hardly found in market.

Standing in the lavish living room, Yvette, dressed casually and with her shabby black backpack, felt completely out of place. Yet, she remained calm as if she was used to it. She pointed at the largest painting in the center, asking, “What’s this?”

barely glancing at him. If he one response, he

got

Cyanbird, but it was just a low-quality replica.

absurd that

and charm, but developing an eye for art takes time. Besides, she grew up in the countryside. How would she know about the famous artist, Cyanbird, whom everyone in

which set a record at West Auction House that still stands today. She went on to create a few more works, all collected by royal families overseas. Rumor has it that one of her paintings is even in Mr. Thomas Harrington’s

master of oil

things -some claim she went mad from love,

twitched. She had painted just to pass the time during her cultivation. Joe had stumbled upon one of her pieces and insisted on taking it. She hadn’t thought much of it then. Who would have guessed

were here right now, I’d seriously teach him a good lesson, she thought while asking. “If that’s the case, where did this

this piece, which really boosted her status in

Who’s this Mr. Griffin anyway? Yvette recalled that a few years back, the Art Association had asked her for a painting. and the president at