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

this reckless woman trying to get us into trouble?‘ they

was even

he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed on

did we ever say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try to pin this

others quickly joined in to

about the women

Ms. Zeller, she’s lying.

us! How could we possibly talk like that behind your

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

swear we didn’t say anything like

crowd

know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts to say anything like

up for them, everyone

to Yvette to decide

attention of everyone in the

completely understood how much Yvette

lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves

over the room, and her delicate brows arched

slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not

at

not good enough for

the private room looked up in

a lot

practically humbling himself for his

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

crowd

asked, “Did you

the room instinctively nodded and said

synchronized than a

speaking, they exchanged glances, thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did we let ourselves be

Samantha, motioning with her eyes

silent request for

found Yvette rather

she resignedly began

CEO, would be reduced to a bartender

she

a stunning beauty with such a

face turned as pale

like someone who had tried to gain something but ended

up

to use her usual dramatic

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