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

The next morning, Emmett dragged his suitcase into the living room. He saw two people already sitting at the table having breakfast and forced a slight smile. Plastering on a grin, he braced himself and walked up to say hello. “Mr. Chavez, Mrs. Chavez, good morning. It’s such a lovely day. If you have no other instructions, I’ll head to the airport. You two take your time. Bye, Yve.” With that, he was ready to make a quick getaway

Emmett was dragging her suitcase to the airport early in the morning, all because of that guy, Frankie.

Jeremiah casually handed a dumpling to Yvette and looked up. Watching Emmett as if he were about to take off running. He calmly asked, “Did you create the group chat?”

Yvette was focused on her bowl of dumplings, glancing up at the flustered Emmett.

Last night, Frankie took a screenshot of Emmett’s message in the group chat and sent it to Jeremiah. It worked out well–at least for Frankie–because the result was that Emmett got assigned to take over the gold mine project in Afria, while a was pulled back to Mysonna. If there was ever a perfect example of “brotherly loyalty,” Frankie showed it to the, fullest.

Cold sweat ran down Emmett’s back in an instant. He thought, ‘Isn’t this just adding insult to injury? I swear that the small group chat was only created back then to help save Jeremiah. Who could’ve known that Frankie, that bastard, would use me as a trade to get back to Mysonna?‘ What a heartless move. When Emmett got back from Afria, the first thing he’d do was head to the States and castrate him.

Emmett quickly explained, “Mr. Chavez, I created this group when you went missing in the rainforest to help keep everyone in contact, definitely not to spread gossip. You have to believe me.”

Yvette finished her last dumpling. She shot him a quick glance, tapping her toes. She thought, ‘Isn’t this a self–confession?‘

Emmett clearly hadn’t realized what he said that was wrong yet. His face was full of sincerity. Jeremiah looked at him with a knowing smile and said, “Not bad.” And with that, he waved his hand.

Seeing the situation, Emmett immediately grabbed his luggage and bolted outside. In just a few seconds, he was gone, leaving behind any semblance of his cool demeanor. Forget being aloof; right now, escaping was the most important thing He thought, ‘Didn’t I just see the look in Jeremiah’s eyes, like he wants to stab me? If I don’t run now, when will I?‘

As for what Jeremiah called “not bad,” Emmett only realized how off that sounded after he got on the plane. Something felt wrong about it. When he arrived in Afria, he understood. What was supposed to be three days of work had turned into half a month. Being stuck in that godforsaken place felt like his limbs were about to start atrophying.

there took a liking to Emmett, constantly shouting that they wanted

for quite some time after he returned, he felt a wave of dread every time he

at it, and it was a message from James. He wanted to take her on a tour of the physics lab. Yvette was silent for a few seconds, then typed the message and sent

glanced at her. He smiled slightly and softly asked, “Any plans after dinner? Do you want to come

very busy. Even though he was technically on leave, he still had plenty of military duties to handle. At his level, taking a vacation doesn’t really make any difference. He’s been busy with the visit from Ybaulla to Clusia, squeezing out time wherever he

and bright, calm like a deep pool. She thought, ‘Why do people keep wanting to take

cool and clear. “I can’t go, I have

paused for a moment, gripping his cup. His expression deepened,

“Yeah, I think we’re

was actually busier than him, not taking a break wouldn’t have brought her

must genuinely like Yvette, or else

the researchers with clearance, only James has the

and exclaimed with a sigh, I always

difficult to believe those words came from such a strong and cold man like Jeremiah. Maybe this is the

her brows slightly furrowed, her slender white wrist resting carelessly on the table. She gazed casually at Jeremiah and said, “Jeremiah, I’ve never been the type of woman to wait around. I don’t need to rely on anyone else. True strength is what really matters, and

shirt. She leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering with a playful tease. “Saving a damsel in distress? No way.

one could find a reason to argue. Yvette was just that strong, with the confidence

He thought, ‘How did she discover those novels I had so carefully

he exuded an air of elegance and nobility. His handsome, calm profile seemed to glow with a soft golden light. His gaze lingered on the slender curve of Yvette’s exposed neck, and his thin lips pressed together slightly.