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

Chris waved at Frankie, who hurried over. In a moment, Chris picked him up and took him to a corner of the living room Frankie, struggling, looked at Yvette and Sienna, pleading for help. “Yve, Sienna, help! He’s torturing mel”

Chris blocked the others’ view, and it was unclear why Frankie suddenly burst into laughter and tears. Sienna leaned in and whispered to Yvette, “What kind of torture is Frankie going through?”

Emmett calmly explained. “Don’t worry. Chris just found his laughter spot.”

Ten minutes later, Chris set Frankie down, and they returned to their seats. Frankie, still laughing, shot a glare at the group. “You’re all just jealous of my looks.”

Just then, Yvette’s phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and slowly answered, “Hello.”

Jeremiah had just returned home after a day of military meetings and hadn’t even had time to take off his military uniform before making the call. It was midnight in Clusia and morning in Mysonna, so he thought it was a good time to call. He stood on the balcony in his military uniform, a cigarette in his hand, though he hadn’t smoked in a while because Yvette disliked the smell. His voice was deep and warm as he listened to Yvette. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

Yvette, sounding relaxed, replied, “Mm, the pierogies are great.”

Jeremiah paused, a smile spreading across his face. “Great? I’ll make some for you when I’m back.”

think he can win

on the phone with Jeremiah. They chatted casually, with Jeremiah doing most of the talking. Emmett noted it was the most talkative he had ever felt Jeremiah, wondering where

who was quietly talking with Sienna. She poked her water cup and

Emmett and Bruce exchanged sympathetic looks with Frankie. Chris, close by, patted Frankie’s shoulder and said, “Hang in there. They

asking Yvette to put the call on

table, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Jeremiah’s voice came through coldly. “Frankie, you have a lot of nerve.” Yvette didn’t say

begged Jeremiah, “I was

see you’re sincere. Yvette is quite poor, and I remember you own a

taking 660 thousand from Yvette, he now lost a 300 million-dollar villa. Frankie regretted it.

Jeremiah’s evilness but found

idea. They thought, ‘How can Yvette be considered poor when she is an internationally renowned artist whose paintings sell for hundreds of millions? An amount like 660 thousand would not cause her any distress. This

to her ear while Jeremiah listened to her

smile, “Keep missing.

softly after the call. A knock sounded at the door, and a servant said, “Young Master, the old commander wants to see you.” Jeremiah put out his cigarette and opened the