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?”

mostly silent, barely glancing at him. If he one response, he considered himself

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low-quality replica. The painting lacked emotion and had weak brushstrokes-it was completely uninspired. She had seen way better

this is valuable? It’s absurd that they showcased such as obvious fake in such a prominent spot. Didn’t anyone

must really like it. Sure, this young lady has looks and charm, but developing an eye for art takes time. Besides, she grew up in the countryside.

Life, which set a record at West Auction House that still stands today. She

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disappeared from the spotlight. People are saying all sorts of things -some claim she went mad from love, while others insist she’s hiding away, painting only for the king. The truth is,

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 that painting would create such

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

her talent and gifted her this piece, which really boosted her status in the local art scene. Mr. Griffin, the president of the Art Association, even took her on as

a tall tale? Anyone with even a bit of talent could see right through that. 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 the time was Thomas Harrington. He seemed decent enough, so she