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

trying to get us

even

caught

ever say that? Are you out of

others quickly joined

the women locked

she’s lying. We never said

believe us! How could we possibly

just mad because Joel wants to

swear we didn’t

watched as the crowd anxiously tried to

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

Samantha speak up for them, everyone gave

was up to Yvette to decide

everyone in

had completely understood how much Yvette

the couch, her shirt

pretty, cold eyes swept over the room,

“I’m

around at the uneasy

who’s not good enough for her, not the other

private room looked

carried a

was practically humbling

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

crowd with her

she asked,

room instinctively nodded and said

response was more synchronized than a military

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

at Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward the empty

a silent request

eye twitched; she found Yvette rather hard

she resignedly

powerful CEO, would be reduced to a bartender

she couldn’t

stunning

turned as pale as a

now, she felt like someone who had tried to

up trouble had completely

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

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