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.

expressed her admiration for him and invited

hadn’t returned to Clusia often,

attended two of Zion’s concerts. Knowing her place, she didn’t take the initiative to greet him. She knew it

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

Zion’s gaze didn’t linger on her. His gaze swept over her and settled on someone behind

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 here too, Zion

was speechless, unsure what was going on. However, they were aware of who Zion was

Andrew confused. “Does she know him

for a moment. “Probably not. A few days ago, daring Art Festival’s rehearsal, he gave Yve his business card, but she didn’t even look at

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

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 would realize that Andrew

long legs stretched out as she stood up straighter, exuding a

opinion, someone of Zion’s status who was willing to speak kindly to a student deserved the highest level of respect. Yet.

to meet you. Could you tell me your name?” Zion inquired. Everyone was surprised

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

one noticed, Nellie’s face darkened, and she almost tore her gown’s

to Yvette? Why? I’ve spent so much money on concerts just to 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 efforts seem ridiculous,

Yvette Zeller,