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 fear upon

to get

even

caught Jeremiah’s

stopped Keira. “Shut up! When did we ever say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try

others quickly joined in to

hadn’t forgotten about the women locked away in

she’s lying.

innocent. You have to believe us! How could

mad because Joel

didn’t say

the crowd anxiously

enough to know what they can

them, everyone gave her grateful

was up to Yvette to decide

of everyone in

had completely understood how much Yvette meant

the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled up

eyes swept over the room, and her delicate brows arched

“I’m not good

around at the uneasy

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

room looked up

carried a

humbling himself for his

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

the disbelieving crowd with her

asked, “Did you all

in the room instinctively nodded

was more synchronized than

glances, thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did we let ourselves

with her eyes toward the empty glass

was a silent request for

eye twitched; she found Yvette rather hard to

resignedly

powerful CEO, would be reduced to

swore she couldn’t

stunning beauty with such a commanding

turned as pale as

she felt like someone who had tried to gain something but

to stir up

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

me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here!