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.

present froze in fear upon hearing

reckless woman trying to

even

caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed

ever say that? Are you out of your

joined

hadn’t forgotten about the women locked away in

Ms. Zeller, she’s lying. We

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

because Joel wants

we didn’t say anything like

the crowd

they can say. They didn’t have the guts to say anything like that. This woman’s just trying

them, everyone

it was up to Yvette to decide what to do

attention of everyone in the room

understood how much Yvette

on the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled up

pretty, cold eyes swept over the room, and

her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough

at the

one who’s not

room looked up in

statement carried a

practically 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 claim

the disbelieving crowd with her clear, bright

she asked, “Did you all hear that

in the room instinctively nodded

more synchronized than a military

did we let

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

silent request for

twitched; she found Yvette

word, she resignedly began mixing

imagined that she, a powerful CEO, would be reduced to a bartender for someone

swore she

a stunning beauty with such a

turned as pale as

someone who had tried to gain

stir up trouble

she planned to use her usual dramatic antics of crying and throwing a

screamed like a lunatic at Joel, “If you break up with me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here!