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

Emmett remained wary of Yvette, as he was of anyone who appeared around Jeremiah. His duty demanded extreme caution to ensure nothing went wrong. He couldn’t help but question Yvette’s presence.

Yvette’s sudden appearance at the auction on such an important day was highly suspicious. Even if she was here by coincidence, her presence might disrupt their plans. Nothing was certain

Emmett thought Yvette was a hindrance. If a conflict broke out later, he would have to protect her, and it would be a burden.

After glancing at Yvette, who remained silent with her eyes lowered, Emmett hesitated before cautiously asking, “Ms. Zeller. did you come here alone?”

Yvette turned and glanced at Emmett, her eyes filled with their usual indifference. “No, I came with a friend. He went to take care of something”

Upon hearing that. Jeremiah’s expression darkened, his brows furrowed, and his voice grew cold. “Pull our people out Return to standby

Shocked. Emmett thought, Retreat? Jeremiah had meticulously planned this for days, waiting for Caleb to appear so they could finally capture him

Emmett could not understand Jeremiah’s intention in withdrawing their men, but he knew it was because of Yvette. This time, Jeremiah was being far too ferational.

Regardless, Emmett was loyal to Jeremiah to the point of following him to death without hesitation. Still, his resentment toward Yvette grew.

If it weren’t for Yvette, such a carefully planned operation that had cost much manpower and resources would not have beeri abandoned at the last minute.

However, Emmett knew he could not change Jeremiah’s decision. He nodded reluctantly. “Understood, Mr. Chavez. I’ll give the orders now.” With that, he stepped out of the room.

Yvette rested her left arm, her beautifully tanned skin visible at her wrist. Her strikingly beautiful face followed Emmett’s exit with a calm expression. Then, she pursed her lips slightly. “Did I offend him?”

Jeremiah, who had been pouring coffee, paused as he thought, ‘She’s sharp. Emmett thought he had hidden his displeasure well, but Yvette had already.noticed it

“No. he doesn’t mean any harm. He just doesn’t understand why you’re here,” Jeremiah replied.

Yvette turned, staring at Jeremiah differently. After a few seconds of silence, her tone became more serious. “Aren’t you curious why I’m here?”

quickly as it appeared. However, in that brief moment, Yvette was momentarily stunned. She had to admit he

felt a flicker of satisfaction. It

for once, Andrew’s suggestion was not completely off the mark. Jeremiah felt he could use this trick more often

cleared his throat awkwardly, his voice slightly raspy, and said with a focused intensity. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve never asked why I’m at Argrol University,

her coffee cup.

Yvette lowered her cry

now. Please

it gently, and, once the temperature was just right, took a

exchanged a silent smile with Jeremiah. Everything was conveyed without

the door. “Excuse me, sir, may

the couch. “Rest there. I’ll call you when the bidding

“Okay, Yvette replied

to his usual aloof, untouchable demeanor, exuding an air of cold elegance. His voice was as

one of the exquisite courtesans meticulously selected to serve the VIP guests on the second floor. Their ultimate goal was to be

not only possess striking beauty and a captivating figure but also speak several foreign languages, as the guests hailed from all over

of generous pay drew many women

understood that as long as the price could satisfy both parties, the girls at the auction could

of girls being swept off their feet by wealthy

a handsome, powerful, and charming man. She used

not interested in women, only to watch as he returned with an incredibly

Jeremiah did not take an interest, she’d

she stood straight, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, and respectfully said, “Hello, sir. Someone on the first floor just opened an AAA-grade

the auction’s customary rules, the guest who opens it will gift a bottle of rare wine

to have it sent to your lounge and expressed his gratitude to Ms. Zeller, Lily

of her, but lounging on the couch. She had