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 upon

trying to

even

he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed on

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

others quickly joined in to

about the

lying. We never said such

You have to believe us! How could we possibly talk like that behind

this woman is crazy. She’s just mad because Joel wants to break

didn’t say

watched as the crowd anxiously tried

expressionless face, and said, “They’re smart enough to know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts

speak up for them, everyone gave

was up to Yvette to decide

of everyone in the room returned

understood how much

lazily on the couch, her

the room, and

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

glanced around at the uneasy

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

the private room looked

carried a lot

practically humbling himself for his

make him say something like that? If even Jeremiah isn’t good enough for her, who else would

disbelieving crowd with her clear, bright

flat tone, she asked,

nodded and

more synchronized than a military

How did we

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

was a silent

found Yvette rather hard to

word, she resignedly began mixing

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

swore she couldn’t help

a stunning beauty with such a commanding

turned as pale

had tried

stir up trouble had completely

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

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