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 trouble?‘ they

was even more

heightened as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed on

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

joined

forgotten about the women locked away in

Ms. Zeller, she’s lying. We never said

Jeremiah, we’re innocent. You have to believe us! How could

Ms. Zeller, this woman is crazy. She’s just mad because Joel wants to break up

didn’t say anything

as the crowd

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

Samantha speak up for them, everyone gave

to Yvette to

in the room

understood how much Yvette meant to

rest her arm lazily on the couch, her shirt

eyes swept over the room, and her delicate brows arched

cocktail, tilted her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough for you?

around at the

I’m the one who’s not good

private room looked

a

humbling himself for his

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

disbelieving crowd with her

tone, she asked, “Did you all

instinctively nodded and said in

response was more synchronized than a military

embarrassing! How did we let ourselves be so completely intimidated by one

with her

was a silent request

twitched; she found

resignedly began

would be reduced to a bartender

swore she

a stunning beauty with

turned as

someone who had tried to gain

stir up trouble had completely

use her

with me, Joel,