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 fear

to

was even more

caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze

that? Are you out of your

quickly joined

forgotten about the

lying.

we’re innocent. You have to believe us! How could we possibly talk like

Joel wants to break up with her, so she’s randomly

we didn’t say

the crowd

to know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts to say

them, everyone

was up to Yvette to decide what

everyone in

completely understood how much Yvette meant

lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves

pretty, cold eyes swept over the room, and her

tilted her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m

at the uneasy

good enough? I’m the one who’s not good enough for her, not the other way

the private room looked

statement carried a lot

humbling

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

looked at the disbelieving crowd with her

asked, “Did

nodded

synchronized than a

speaking, they exchanged glances, thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did we

Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward

was a silent

twitched; she found Yvette rather hard to

a word, she resignedly began mixing

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

she couldn’t

a stunning beauty with such a

face turned as pale

now, she felt like someone who had tried to gain something but ended up

to stir up trouble

to use her usual dramatic

“If you break up with me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here!