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

Jeremiah appeared at the dessert shop wearing his military uniform. He exuded a chilling and authoritative presence, signaling others to keep their distance.

Every vehicle in the Skyland fleet was equipped with GPS, including the little black scooter Yvette had been riding lately. So as soon as his meeting ended, he came straight here. He was a bit surprised to see Aurora here.

Jeremiah, towering at six feet seven inches, created a strong sense of pressure over everyone in the room. His dark eyes were deep and mysterious. He glanced around the room. His gaze lingered slightly on someone, and a subtle hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. He thought, ‘Yvette must’ve kept her identity hidden, or else who knows how mom might have reacted?’

Yvette chose not to mention it, and Jeremiah didn’t expose her secret either. Then he turned his gaze back to Aurora.

As Jeremiah’s gaze swept over the group of women, including Darnell, their breathing became more controlled. They’d heard that Jeremiah had a reputation where even a frown could mean trouble. Eleanore especially wished she could grow wings and fly away.

The famous and elusive, youngest iron-willed Jeremiah of Clusia, renowned throughout Betrico, came in person. They wouldn’t be able to hold their cool.

Aurora exclaimed happily to Jeremiah, Jeremiah, why are you here? I haven’t seen you in a while, and you’ve become even more handsome! Truly my boy. You’ve inherited my good looks

Jeremiah paused slightly. He seemed a bit helpless. He said to Aurora, “Mom, being naturally good-looking doesn’t quite apply to me.”

Aurora looked unfazed. “I know. I just wanted to point out my own beauty. Don’t overthink it.”

Jeremiah was speechless.

Aurora was moved to tears. She was absolutely thrilled that Jeremiah came for her.

Aurora tiptoed and patted Jeremiah on the shoulder. She had a little smug grin on her face. “Jeremiah, what brings you here? Did your dad send you? He’s always worried too much. Doesn’t he know my fighting spirit? It’s such a hassle for you to come!”

Her words said one thing, but her expression said another. Acting all coy, her eyes had a little spark of arrogance in them. The rich ladies didn’t dare say a word since Jeremiah came in. They were secretly hoping for “the Living Reaper” to leave

soon.

scared, hurt women.

words, it seemed Jeremiah had no idea what had happened. She wondered, ‘So why is he here? Is it a coincidence? Does he come here for coffee and desserts? Wait, he doesn’t like that

minute, Aurora’s thoughts

and knew she was probably daydreaming again. So he looked at Darnell in his uniform and

left home today. It is definitely not the right

Station. Today, Mrs Chavez came here for coffee and had a run-in with

Mrs. Chavez wasn’t hurt. In fact, she handled those ladies herself. Before you arrived, she agreed to settle things privately with just one extra condition. She wanted these ladies to apologize

deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. What

His tone was calm, like he was just asking normally. “What does it have

Aurora realized something. She knew Jeremiah well. She found Jeremiah seemed to be angry. She was confused since she didn’t lost anything. Aurora turned around, walked over

top of her left hand. It was evident that a lot of care had been taken in maintaining it.

just obediently allowed

action made Jeremiah, who was standing not far away, stop for a moment. He knew very well how

there was something strange about Aurora’s hand. He hadn’t even

stopped the door

ran away today, she’d have to go to their

without waiting for Jeremiah’s reaction, she turned to Yvette and continued, “Yvette, this is my son. He’s in the military, just

down. Yvette glanced

look, one with a hidden smile, the other without any expression. With a mutual understanding, neither

probably have the same expression. She couldn’t

that with Yvette there, Aurora wouldn’t get hurt. He glanced at the woman across from him, then looked again at

the way it sounded, he realized

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