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

Dennis gazed at his favorite daughter, filled with disappointment. She had been so desperate to marry Zachary, but what she got in return was nothing but heartbreak and loss. She was manipulated and brought shame to the Smith family. Staring at Nellie with cold eyes, he asked. “Has Zachary discovered what happened to Lilian back then?”

Achill raced up Nellie’s spine, her body rigid. The memories of what she had witnessed years ago surged into her mind, and she felt a lump in her throat. It took her a moment to regain her composure. “Don’t worry, Dad, Zachary isn’t aware that you sent Lilian to that individual for experiments. I swear.”

Only after hearing Nellie’s confident assurance did Dennis withdraw his cold gaze.

Nellie dared not think about the past. She changed the subject, her voice trembling as she asked, “Dad, Robert publicly called off the engagement last night. I’m afraid the Carter family won’t easily agree to allow Winona to marry into their

family

Dennis let out a cold laugh, his exssion inscrutable. “The Carter family isn’t in a position to let a good-for-nothing like Robert make decisions. Claude is still alive and kicking. Trust me, Winona will become a Carter.”

Dennis’ words finally made Nellie feel relieved. If her dad said Winona could marry into the Carter family, he must have. some leverage, otherwise, he wouldn’t make such a bold claim. “Dad, Zachary has deceived me for so many years. I can’t swallow this insult.”

Dennis’s eyes turned vicious. The divorce agreement Zachary had sent yesterday, along with proof of the deeds Nellie had done, was a blatant provocation. Now that the two families were no longer related, he was eager to see how the Chambers family would resist him. Dennis comforted Nellie, “Starting tomorrow, the Smith family will launch a full-scale attack on the Chambers family. Does Zachary think his family of today is as powerful as before? Overconfident. Within a month. I’ll make sure he’s left with nothing.”

Nellie still had some concerns about Yvette. Cyanbird was no ordinary painter. She said, “Dad, Yvette is Cyanbird? You…”

Dennis didn’t take Yvette seriously. That she was a genius painter known internationally didn’t pose a threat to him because the business world was complicated. He didn’t think a painter could possibly have to go against the Smith family. It was similar to attempting to engage in combat with an obvious result. “What can a brat stir up? What does a painter know about business? There’s nothing to worry about. You haven’t grown a bit since you married Zachary

Nellie awkwardly fell silent, not daring to speak further.

In the dormitory of Argrol University, Yvette had just finished a call with Eagle King when she received a text message from Jeremiah, asking if she wanted to have dinner together. Yvette pursed her lips, her extremely beautiful face showing a faint expression, and her upturned eyebrows revealed her pretty good mood at the moment.

Her slender, fair fingers quickly typed “Sure” and sent it.

instantly: [Ill

her phone with her fingertips. She had never liked to dawdle, and it was better to

standing at the entrance of the steakhouse, dressed in light casual wear, one hand in his pockets with his head down, holding two cups of milkshake in his right hand. In front of him stood a girl

walked

and saw Yvette, his lips curled into a smile, and his usually

girl, upon seeing Yvette, blushed

away.

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turned his head and

them entered the steakhouse together, heading to the

Jeremiah, pinning him against the wall. Two buttons on Jeremiah’s white shirt came undone, revealing the clear outline of his collarbone. With a graceful demeanor, Jeremiah slightly lowered his head as Yvette raised hers, her eyes shimmering with a strange glow. Her beautiful, slender fingers gently caressed Jeremiah’s Adam’s apple. Jeremiah’s body tensed instantly, and he swallowed involuntarily, thinking to himself where she had learned such a move. It was incredibly alluring, Jeremiah’s voice was tinged

respond but stared at him, motionless. After a while, Yvette withdrew her hand, turned around, and sat on the chair, feeling

to. A novel joy

against the

glanced up with an arrogant look, her eyes bright and cold. “Just to confirm

swallowed hard. “Sure

raised her eyebrows, casually picked up a slice of meat, dropped it into the pot, and said indifferently. “Do

a brief moment, Jeremiah fixed his intense gaze on Yvette, narrowing his eyes just a little bit as a glint flashed through his deep eyes. “Yes,” he said, and then added,

his face away. “Let’s