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

Simon’s hand froze mid–air, the coffee cup hovering as he frowned. He could already guess what Nellie was scheming- ‘Really? She just got Yvette back home, and now she wants to embarrass her? What kind of lousy plan is this? Who knows what other tricks she’ll pull at the banquet? he thought.

Initially, Simon had not planned on attending. He and Tobias were supposed to head home that day to deal with some matters. But now, watching Yvette happily munching on her chips, he changed his mind.

He’d go to the Chambers family banquet–just to make sure nothing unexpected happened to her. If Jeremiah was going, Simon wouldn’t be as worried. But knowing him, Jeremiah probably wouldn’t attend.

Crowds were never his thing. In all his years in Betrico, Jeremiah had barely attended any banquets, and events in a small place like Seacrity were unlikely to change that. No one could convince him otherwise.

Simon sighed, his mind drifting to the past. “Nellie isn’t easy to deal with. When she was younger, she was known for being stubborn and spoiled. After your mom passed, she got pregnant with your dad’s child, which stirred up a scandal among the elite.

He continued. “Mr. Matthew Chambers practically threatened to end his own life if your dad didn’t agree to the marriage. Your dad eventually gave in. So, Nellie married into the Chambers family, just like she wanted. Over time, she cleaned up her act, and people started forgetting her past.”

“These days, she has a solid reputation among high society. But still, people can change, and you never know their true intentions. If she plans to host both events at the same banquet, be cautious. Better safe than sorry, he added.

Yvette’s hand paused on her coffee cup, and surprise flickered briefly in her usually calm eyes. She tapped the cup thoughtfully before nodding. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Later, at 9:00 p.m. in Argrol University’s library, Andrew had been pestering Jeremiah for two hours, trying to convince him to go to the bar. Jeremiah remained unyielding, his eyes calmly scanning the pages of a classic novel.

Andrew wore his most charming smile. “Jeremiah, I was wrong. I really didn’t know Yvette would leave right after the competition. Come on, be the bigger person, and let it slide just this once.”

in perfectly pressed pants, not a wrinkle in sight. His action made Andrew’s face light

for insisting that

out he went to the bar again, he’d probably drag him back to Betrico for a beating so severe he wouldn’t get out of bed for

eyes lit up. “Come on, Jeremiah! Let me go just this once. Keep it

his own words, but Jeremiah’s

slumped in defeat. ‘Fine. If he says no, it’s no. Jeremiah’s just being petty because I didn’t tell him about Yvette

stood alone in the cold night, wearing a white V–neck dress that left her legs exposed below the knee. She had meticulously applied her makeup to attract attention,

cold. As they approached, Winona sulitly shifted in their

things didn’t | go as planned. Instead of catching her, Jeremiah sidestepped smoothly, avoiding her completely. Winona’s eyes widened in shock, and she tried to stop herself, but she had put too

very real this time, and tears welled in her eyes. She looked up at Jeremiah, her tear–filled eyes

this act is

her way. He had seen plenty of women–far more beautiful and interesting–and none had caught his attention. Andrew struggled

usual soft voice, Winona called out, “Mr. Chavez, I’ve twisted my ankle.

long fingers tapping a quick message to Yvette, completely ignoring Winona on the ground. Winona, though embarrassed, still felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Only a man like him is

her face looked even more pitiable, as though she might burst into tears at

it casually onto

hands trembling as rage boiled inside her. She thought to herself, “What did he just say? I thought Jeremiah would treat me with gentleness, compassion, affection, admiration, or