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

Jeremiah watched the two women walk away, speaking quietly.

He sighed and followed them–he had been used to such a situation.

The rest of the group quickly made way, knowing they didn’t have the same standing as Yvette to act so casually around him.

As the three took their seats, Jared began to liven up the atmosphere.

Everyone was now more reserved and cautious, casting furtive glances toward the trio on the couch every now and then.

To be fair, the sight of the three of them sitting together was truly pleasing to the eyes.

Keira, seeing things not going her way, clenched her teeth in frustration.

She turned to Joel, who had just recovered from his shock, and tears instantly welled–up in his eyes.

“Joel, please forgive me! I’ll never do it again, I swear!” she sobbed.

Joel looked at her impatiently and forcefully shook her hand off.

Without mercy, he said, “Keira, let’s part ways amicably. Leave now.”

Irritated by Joel’s ruthlessness, Keira snapped and lost control of her emotions.

She thought, ‘Without Joel’s backing, those I’ve offended through his influence will surely retaliate against me. I can’t let that happen; I might as well go all out and take him down with me.’

With a crazed expression, she screamed, “Joel, since you’re so heartless, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Joel’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at the frantic Keira.

He thought, ‘What is this woman planning to do?‘

Keira’s outburst brought the lively atmosphere to an abrupt silence.

Just as Samantha finished mixing a cocktail for Yvette, the music halted, and all eyes shifted toward the commotion.

Only Jeremiah and Yvette remained unaffected.

Jeremiah was focused on peeling an apple for Yvette without even lifting his head.

Yvette sipped her cocktail with her eyes lowered, contemplating whether or not to have another.

‘What if I get too tipsy and start a fight?‘ she thought, then glancing at Jeremiah, who was concentrating on peeling the apple. ‘Can he take a hit? To drink or not to drink–that’s the question.

Keira, furious at being ignored by the trio, yelled, “Ms. Zeller, did you know that before you arrived, everyone was saying Samantha was Mr. Chavez’s childhood sweetheart and that they were the perfect match? They said you came from a small city and weren’t good enough for him!”

Of course, Keira embellished that last part.

in

this reckless woman trying to get

was even more

as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed

did we ever say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try to pin this

others quickly joined

hadn’t forgotten about the

Ms. Zeller, she’s lying. We never

How could

She’s just mad because Joel wants to break up with her, so she’s

swear we didn’t

the crowd anxiously tried to

smart enough to know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts to say anything like that.

them, everyone

Yvette

attention of everyone in the room returned to

completely understood how

arm lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves

the room,

asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough

at the

who’s not good enough for her, not the other way around.

the private room looked up

statement carried a

practically humbling himself

Yvette have to make him say something like that? If even Jeremiah isn’t good enough for

the disbelieving crowd

she asked,

in the room instinctively nodded and said in unison,

synchronized than a military

speaking, they exchanged glances, thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did we let ourselves be so completely intimidated

look at Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward the empty glass

a silent

eye twitched; she found

a word, she resignedly began mixing another

imagined that she, a powerful CEO, would be reduced to

swore she couldn’t

a stunning

as pale as

someone who had tried to gain something but ended

to stir up

use her usual dramatic antics of crying

me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here! Let’s see how the media