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

reckless woman trying to

even

heightened as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp

say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try to

joined in

about the

Zeller, she’s lying. We

believe us! How could we possibly

Joel wants to break up

swear we didn’t say

crowd

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

them, everyone

Yvette to

in the

how much Yvette meant

lazily on the

cold eyes swept over the

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

around at the

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

private room

a lot

practically humbling

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

crowd with her clear, bright

asked, “Did you all

room instinctively nodded and said in unison,

more synchronized than a

they exchanged glances, thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did

to look at Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward the empty glass

was a silent request

she found

a word, she resignedly

never imagined that she, a powerful CEO, would be reduced

she couldn’t help

a stunning beauty with

turned as pale

tried to gain something but ended

up trouble had completely

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

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