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

The prestigious young men in the private room went silent when they saw the face revealed after the cap was removed.

They now understood the true meaning of a perfect match.

They thought the celebrities should take a look at Yvette’s face to see what real beauty truly looks like.

Even Keira, who had been bawling her eyes out moments before stared blankly at Yvette, utterly mesmerized.

She thought, ‘Her flawless beauty is clearly natural–there is no sign of any cosmetic enhancement. If only I had been blessed with such a divine appearance, I wouldn’t have needed to go through so many surgeries. With looks like that, I could easily dominate the entertainment industry.’

Jealousy burned within Keira, so intense it almost drove her mad.

She also knew that the man standing at the door was none other than Jeremiah, the one Joel had mentioned.

She felt that Jeremiah’s aura, appearance, and presence completely outshone Joel and the others by far.

Wiping away her tears, Keira steeled herself and began to plot.

The other men were speechless.

They had thought, just for once, they might beat Jeremiah in the “girlfriend competition.”

It turned out that they were completely wrong.

They glanced at the women they’d brought–overly made–up–and then at Yvette, who was effortlessly beautiful without a trace of makeup.

The men couldn’t help but feel both bitter and envious.

Once again, they found themselves utterly defeated.

The pair standing in silence at the door stirred a kind of reverence in everyone present, as though their very presence demanded submission.

These men had assumed that, at best, a girl from a small place like Seacrity might be pretty, but now they realized–she was beyond that, otherworldly.

The first to break the silence was Samantha.

She rose from the sofa, her black dress accentuating her graceful curves, and walked elegantly toward Yvette in her high heels.

It wasn’t until she moved that the crowd snapped back to reality.

Jared, afraid she might act impulsively, quickly stepped forward with a troubled look..

He cautiously asked, “Samantha, maybe don’t go over there?”

After all, everyone in their circle knew that if it weren’t for Yvette, Samantha would marry Jeremiah.

So Jared believed that the meeting between Samantha and Yvette was practically a declaration of war.

He couldn’t decide whose side to take.

been his ultimate crush since he was a

he thought about how likely he was to keep

patted Jared’s head.

Then she continued walking.

she took,

a seventh–degree black belt. If a fight breaks out and Jeremiah doesn’t step in, his girlfriend will be

down, smirked maliciously as Samantha

‘Go on. Fight… Just make sure to ruin

Yvette, her red lips curving into

simple white t–shirt and jeans, possesses an undeniable, distant beauty. She isn’t even wearing any makeup. I’ve never acknowledged anyone’s beauty as greater than my own, but I have to

noticed they were wearing

‘Jeremiah is so cunning; anyone can see they are dressed as

Samantha standing in

voice turned stern as he asked, “What are you

they all thought he was being too harsh

were nothing

crossed

did, Jeremiah always kept a straight face, never showing

assuming they didn’t want to be

things

attitude–she was used to it. Jeremiah

out

and asked in a husky voice,

pronounced the two

up, her expression sharp yet playful, her jawline

raised an eyebrow and replied leisurely,

as he listened

each other with the utmost brevity.

Everyone held their breath.

the scene resembled the exchange

momentarily

she smiled, her dimples faintly visible as she tucked her hair behind her

right–you are interesting. Let me officially introduce myself. I’m Samantha Mitchell, Andrew’s sister.

She extended her hand.

at her slender hand

and said, “I’m Yvette

hand was left

unbelievable! In all of Betrico, very few people ever received such a gesture of goodwill from Samantha. Yvette is

his eyes–he didn’t dare

slighted like this and was bound to have a confrontation or fight with

her hand without

feeling of being rejected was new to her, but

had heard from Andrew that Yvette disliked physical contact with strangers, and