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

trying to get us

even

as he caught Jeremiah’s

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

joined in

about the women locked away

lying. We never said

You have to believe us! How could we possibly

mad because Joel wants to

we didn’t

crowd anxiously

expressionless face, and said, “They’re smart enough to know what they can say.

up for them, everyone gave her

was up to Yvette to

everyone in the room returned

understood how

lazily on the couch, her shirt

pretty, cold eyes swept over the room, and her

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

at

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

in the private room looked

statement carried a lot

practically humbling

‘What kind of charm does Yvette have to make him say something like that?

looked at the disbelieving crowd with

a flat tone, she asked, “Did you all

nodded and said in

more synchronized than a

embarrassing! How did we let ourselves be so

her eyes toward the empty glass

silent request for

she found Yvette

she resignedly

would be reduced to a

swore she couldn’t help

stunning beauty with such a commanding

turned as pale

she felt like someone who had tried to gain something

attempt to stir up trouble

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

you break up with me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here!