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

was even

as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze

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

quickly joined

the women locked away in

Zeller, she’s lying. We

believe us! How could we possibly talk like

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

swear we didn’t say anything

as the crowd anxiously tried to

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

them, everyone gave her

it was up to Yvette to

of everyone in the

had completely understood how much Yvette meant to

lazily on the couch, her

swept over the room, and

head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough for

at the uneasy

he said sternly, “Not good enough? I’m the one who’s not good enough for her, not the other way around. Got

the private room

a

humbling

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

crowd with

flat tone, she asked, “Did you all hear that

instinctively nodded and said in

response was more synchronized than

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

her

a silent request for

twitched; she found Yvette rather hard

word, she resignedly began mixing another

powerful CEO, would be reduced to a bartender

she couldn’t

a stunning beauty with such a commanding

face turned as pale as a

who had tried

to stir up

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

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