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

Victor stood quietly for a moment. With bloodshot eyes, he looked up at Robert.

After some inner struggle, he silently swallowed the words he wanted to say.

Robert felt a chill from a nervous sweat down his back and was stunned.

It seemed that the truth that Winona’s child wasn’t Victor’s, but his was destined to remain a secret forever.

Otherwise, with Claude’s current dislike for Winona, even he might end up in big trouble.

Victor said, “Grandpa, once Winona has the baby, I’ll personally see her off. Don’t worry, I won’t marry a woman like her. There’s no way she could be the future hostess of the Carter family

Robert was so flustered that he couldn’t help but stand up for Winona, Victor, let’s discuss this later. She’s carrying your child, after all. Isn’t it too heartless to be so cold!”

Robert’s words made the three others on the couch turn to look at him.

Even Rebecca was a little surprised when her dad became so kind-hearted.

Victor clenched his fists silently, his face showing a fierce expression.

Claude, in anger, grabbed the coffee mug from the table and threw it right at Robert’s head.

Robert let out a pained cry, completely losing his cool.

He clutched his injured, swollen head. “Dad, did I say anything wrong again? Winona’s baby is definitely the child of the Carter family. She’s usually so nice. And Yvette, she’s no angel either, daring to wield a gun in broad daylight. What’s it got to do with Winona? It’s only natural for a pregnant woman to faint from fright, right?”

Even now, Robert was still adamantly blaming Yvette and believed she was at fault.

The gaze of Claude darkened slightly when he heard this.

A chilling gloom took over the murkiness in his eyes.

He picked up his cane and struck Robert’s leg fiercely.

He used a lot of force. Robert was hit so hard that he fell to the ground, grimacing in pain.

“You useless creature, how did I end up with such a worthless child like you? Once Winona has the baby, she must be sent away. Whether she survives or not has nothing to do with our Carter family. Got it? That girl Yvette is so mysterious that she might have a bigger force supporting her. Look at the Smith family-it’s the perfect example. Do you really think the fading Chambers family alone could make the Smith family go bankrupt in just a few days? You’re way too najve I’m sure that Yvette has gotten behind this along with her boyfriend. I’ve already asked my contacts in Betrico-to Took into it. You guess what? As soon as they hear his name, they don’t even dare to respond and just hang up. What does that tell you? It means this man is someone our Carter family can’t even touch.”

and Victor had no

didn’t dare to

the couch. He was dispirited as his

hurt.

sip of coffee and calmed his breath, his expression icy. The situation is

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and reclaim all investments to minimize the losses. Let’s

her tense expression

I’ll handle everything

looked a lot better now

had put into mentoring Rebecca was

top-notch. If it weren’t for the drag of Winona, our Carter family would have been a

a generous gift and personally deliver it, no matter how the Mitchell family reacts. Got

eyes were deep and unreadable. He looked at Claude and said, “Grandpa, I’ll personally visit

affection and thought, ‘My grandson has finally learned isn’t embarrassing. Getting what you

you’ve finally matured. Don’t be like your father, just taking up

red because he was criticized by his dad in front of his kids. His dignity

felt a bit of resentment toward

was making beef pasta he had recently learned for Yvette in the kitchen in

at a relaxed pace. His tall and

covered with a white towel, her features striking and

lights, she walked over to the couch, sank into the big sofa, and

arched slightly as she rested her chin

steak into the oven and then turned and went to the living room, handing the

Yvelle,

towel and gently helped her dry her hair. “Drink

through Yvette’s hair, their eyes

to give in, raising an eyebrow with a low voice. “Don’t look at

on her lips, amusement twinkling

skilled,”

were deep and intriguing and grew deeper, which reflected only her image. “Are you a pro driver? You’re pretty

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