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 upon hearing

this reckless woman trying to get

was even more

he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed on

“Shut up! When did we ever say that? Are you out of your mind?

others quickly joined in

the women locked

Zeller, she’s lying. We never said

How could we possibly talk like that behind your

is crazy. She’s just mad because Joel wants to break up with

swear we didn’t say anything

watched as the crowd anxiously

at Yvette’s expressionless face, and said, “They’re smart enough to know what they can say. They didn’t have the

speak up for them, everyone gave her

it was up to Yvette to decide

of everyone in the

had completely understood how much

arm lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled up

pretty, cold eyes swept over the room, and her delicate

her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough for you? Is that so? Do

glanced around at

I’m the one who’s not good enough for her, not the other way around. Got

the private room looked up

carried a

was practically humbling himself for his

something like that? If even Jeremiah isn’t good enough

at the disbelieving crowd

flat tone, she asked,

in the room instinctively nodded and said

synchronized than

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

Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward the empty glass on the

silent request

she found Yvette rather hard to

she resignedly

powerful CEO, would be reduced to a

she couldn’t help

stunning

turned as pale

someone who had tried to gain something but ended up

stir up

she planned to use her usual dramatic antics

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