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

Ryan snapped out of his thoughts. His checks flushed slightly. He deemed it impolite to keep staring at a lady.

Wette took out her earbuds. !

Ryan, looking at Yvette, asked, T’m sorry. I was thinking about what you just said. How do you know Harry gave himself that name?” He wasn’t the kind to meddle or get to the bottom of things, but on that particular day, his curiosity got the better of him.

One of them asked, “What do you mean? Could it be that Yvette was right, and he did choose that name himself?”

Another added. “No way, it feels too…”

“I guess it’s possible…” someone murmured.

Ryan said, “Harry, the owner of Sky Nimbus, is an expatriate. His entire family moved abroad years ago. He picked the Clusian name to make things easier in the country. His real name is possibly Lisandro,”

Yvette frowned slightly. She glanced at Ryan, seeing only curiosity in his eyes, no hostility. Her voice was husky and cold. “Just a wild guess.”

Bonnie said. “Wow, Yve, even your wild guess was precise. Maybe we should set up a booth under the academy bridge and make some big bucks…”

The crowd burst into laughter.

vvelle gave Yvette gave a soft laugh, both doting and charming.

Another person said, “Come on, Bonnie. We’re the future of our motherland. Remember harmony, prosperity, and democracy.”

Bonnie put her hands on her hips, pretending to be fierce, which made everyone happy and finally brought the room to life.

Just then, the waiter arrived with the dishes, leading them to conclude the topic.

Waiters at Sky Nimbus underwent rigorous training and exams before beginning employment. The basic requirement wasn’t only hospitality; they had to know everything about every dish, from the ingredients to the cooking procedure, and even where the name came from.

have chicken vesuvio, roasted squab, buffalo wings, meatball soup, shrimp remoulade,

his hands. A line of waiters then set a small bowl in front of each person. “This is our signature top- tier sunchoke soup, flown

Ryan. He bowed politely and gently, saying, “Mr.Lewis, if you need

Ryan nodded.

staff, and within a minute, they had

wonder this place is so upscale. Even the staff are professional

start eating. Everyone exchanged glances, feeling hesitant to begin eating, as well as Bonnie, except for one person. Yvette crossed her legs, headphones around her neck, and picked

She said, “Not bad!

this. Bonnie swiftly grabbed her fork and started eating too. When they saw Yvette start

all day started. Everyone drank wine throughout the meal. The atmosphere gradually improved. They drank, played games, and

crowd, lay down, covered herself in a jacket,

were, everyone appeared to have a mutual agreement to stay at least seven feet away from Yvette’s area, knowing her grumpiness when she awoke

alone on the side. They knew he didn’t enjoy lively interactions, so they didn’t push

shown him. Simon

that anyone who could write such arguments must be a physics genius. His mind kept rearranging the data he saw that day, scrambling

here. Isn’t this Mr. Lewis?” A sarcastic voice came out loudly

everyone turned toward the voice, they noticed a young man in his early 20s approaching, accompanied by a few young men

turned off, and even those playing games paused. All activities in the

Ryan called out, frowning

had brought along stood behind him, looking unfriendly. Although they were roughly the

people like me.

to the point. We’re having

saying, “Well since we ran into each other

know about gambling. Is he truly attempting to stir trouble? It would be fine if I were alone, but with so many classmates here, if I refuse to accept the bet, who knows what Ethan

if you refuse, what if

Ryan and Ethan. Ethan was a junior

for Ryan and wanted to break up with Ethan to