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.

froze in fear

trying to get us

was even more

he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed

Keira. “Shut up! When did we ever say that? Are you

others quickly joined in to

about the women locked away in

she’s lying. We never said

innocent. You have to believe us! How

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

didn’t say

the crowd anxiously tried to

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

for them, everyone gave her

Yvette to

everyone in the room returned

completely understood how much Yvette meant

her arm lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled up

the room,

Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough for you? Is that so? Do I not deserve

around at

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

room looked up

carried a

practically humbling

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

the disbelieving crowd

a flat tone, she asked,

nodded and said in

was more synchronized than a military drill

‘How embarrassing! How did we

turned to look at Samantha, motioning with her

a silent request for

eye twitched; she found Yvette

resignedly began mixing another

never imagined that she, a powerful CEO, would be reduced to a bartender for

swore she couldn’t help

refuse a stunning beauty with

as pale as

tried to

to stir up trouble had

didn’t work, she planned to use her usual dramatic antics

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