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

Zion and Sawyer hurried all the way and only managed to arrive at the university half an hour before the opening Ceremony of Art Festival. Their car had broken down halfway, Herause it broke down in a remote area, the two of them had to wait for a long time by the roadside before a taxi came by.

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After a morning of frustration. Zion was fine, but Sawyer was furing. He complained about how unreliable Argrol University was for not sending a better car to pick them up. He looked upset the whole ride.

“Mr. Holmes, the crowd murmured. Inside the auditorium, many of the art students recognized Zion. As a world- renowned pianist, he was a role model for all piano students in Clusia. Zion wore a dark blue suit that day, indicating how much he valued Art Festival.

Those familiar with him knew that Zion only wore suits on special occasions and at concerts. Otherwise, he usually dressed casually. Zion approached Simon with courtesy and extended his hand to greet him. “Hello, Mr. Sunderland.”

Even though Zion and Simon were close, formal occasions require a certain level of etiquette to avoid unnecessary rumors. Simon also extended his hand returning the handshake. “Hello, Mr. Holmes”

Nellie and Rebecca had both attended Zion’s piano concerts before, so they were familiar with him. Rebecca was especially excited.

Rebecca not only admired Zion but also harbored feelings for him, which she kept hidden well enough that no one noticed. “Hello, Mr. Holmes. I last saw your solo concert two years ago, and it was an amazing experience.” Rebecca smiled, her beautiful eyes full of admiration.

If Yvette hadn’t been there, Rebecca would undoubtedly have been the most beautiful woman in the auditorium. Zion nodded slightly in acknowledgment. He knew that Rebecca was the daughter of the Carter family, one of the four major families in Seacrity.

Whenever he held a concert in Seacrity, she would always attend to see him perform. However, Zion didn’t have a favorable impression of her because when she first attended his concert, she subtly boasted about her family.

There was also one time after a concert when he left a little later than usual and saw Rebecca slapping her bodyguard on the side of the road, her expression fierce and malicious.

and invited him to dinner several times, but he had

and hadn’t returned to Clusia often, so

Knowing her place, she didn’t take the initiative to greet him. She knew it would be awkward if he didn’t recognize

when Zion arrived. She was convinced that Zion was the one person who would side with Yvette. She was about to go and greet him when she saw Zion

her. His gaze swept

and pleasantly surprised. He didn’t expect to run into the girl he had met a few days ago. With so many students at Argrol University, he couldn’t check with everyone. “What a coincidence. You’re

were aware of who Zion was approaching. Andrew, seeing him approach, nudged Bonnie with his elbow. “Yvette knows

Andrew confused. “Does she know

ago, daring Art Festival’s rehearsal, he gave Yve his business card, but she

chuckled mischievously. He had heard of Zion a few times while in Betrico. His sister was a huge fan of Zion, and

much for piano or guitar, or any of that stuff. His family would occasionally receive concert

beside him. If he took a closer look, he

out as she stood up straighter, exuding a relaxed but cool demeanor. Behind Zion, Sawyer was surprised by Yvette’s striking beauty,

someone of Zion’s status who was willing to speak kindly to a student deserved the highest level of respect. Yet. Yvette was acting nonchalant and indifferent. Sawyer

other day. I’m Zion Holmes. Nice to meet you. Could you tell me your name?” Zion inquired. Everyone was surprised

student who hadn’t even graduated from the physics department. Zachary was unfazed. His daughter was friends with a major general

a corner where no one noticed, Nellie’s face darkened,

have a meal with him, and it never happened. Yvette seems indifferent to Zion, yet he’s eager to know her name. How ironic. All of my previous

Yvette Zeller,