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.”

Victor had no idea this was

didn’t dare

from the floor and settled back on the couch. He was dispirited as

hurt.

breath, his expression icy. The situation is what it is now, Rebecca. Withdraw

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reclaim all investments to minimize the losses. Let’s cut ties with Betrico and focus

her tense expression slightly

respectfully, “Sure, Grandpa, give me a week. I’ll handle everything and even personally visit the Mitchell

lot better now and nodded

into mentoring Rebecca was finally

it weren’t for the drag of Winona, our Carter family would

a bit. “You must bring a generous gift and

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

looked at Victor with affection and thought, ‘My grandson has finally

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

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

suddenly felt a bit of

learned

moved at a relaxed pace. His tall and straight silhouette looked particularly captivating under

her shower. Her head was covered with a white towel, her features striking and delicate, the oversized

walked over to the couch, sank into the big sofa,

delicate eyebrows arched slightly as she rested her chin on one hand, feeling quite at

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

Yvelle,

her hair. “Drink soute

Yvette’s hair, their

an eyebrow with a low voice. “Don’t look at me like

toes, a smile on her lips, amusement twinkling in her

quite skilled,”

off the hairdryer. His eyes were deep and intriguing and grew deeper, which reflected only her image. “Are

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