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

woman trying to get us

was even more

panic heightened as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp

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

quickly joined in to

hadn’t forgotten about the

Zeller, she’s lying. We never said

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

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

didn’t say anything

watched as the crowd

can say. They didn’t have the guts to

speak up for them, everyone gave her

it was up to Yvette to

of everyone in the room returned

completely understood how much Yvette meant

her arm lazily on the couch,

the room,

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

at the uneasy

the one who’s not good enough

room

statement carried a lot of

was practically humbling himself for

make him say something like that? If even

at the disbelieving crowd with her

tone, she asked, “Did you all hear that

the room instinctively nodded and said in

response was more synchronized than a

thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did we let ourselves be so completely intimidated

Samantha, motioning with her eyes

silent request for another

twitched; she found

resignedly began mixing

a powerful CEO, would be reduced to a

she couldn’t help

stunning beauty with such

as pale as a

had tried to gain something

attempt to stir up trouble

use her usual dramatic antics of crying and

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