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 get us into

was even more

caught Jeremiah’s sharp

Keira. “Shut up! When did we ever say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try to pin this

joined in to

the

she’s lying. We never said

have to believe us! How could we possibly

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

we didn’t say

as the crowd

and said, “They’re smart enough to know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts to say anything like that. This woman’s just trying to stir up

up for them, everyone

Yvette to decide

of everyone in the

had completely understood how much Yvette meant

rest her arm lazily on the

cold eyes swept over the room, and her delicate brows arched

“I’m not good enough for

around at the uneasy

said sternly, “Not good enough? I’m the one who’s not good enough for her, not

room looked

a lot of

was practically humbling

charm does Yvette have to make him say something like that? If even Jeremiah isn’t good enough for her, who else would dare claim they

the disbelieving crowd with

a flat tone, she asked,

room instinctively nodded and

more synchronized than a

did we

motioning with her eyes toward the empty glass

a silent request for

found Yvette rather

word, she resignedly began

imagined that she, a powerful CEO, would be reduced

she couldn’t

refuse a stunning beauty

turned as pale as a

felt like someone who had tried to

stir up trouble had

work, she planned to use

up with me, Joel, I’ll kill