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.

froze in fear upon

reckless woman trying to get us

even

heightened as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze

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

others quickly joined in to

the women locked away

she’s lying. We never said such

believe us! How could

She’s just mad because Joel wants to break up with her,

we didn’t say

the crowd anxiously tried to

head, looking at Yvette’s expressionless face, and said, “They’re smart enough to know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts to say anything

them,

up to Yvette to decide

attention of everyone in the room

how much

arm lazily on the couch, her shirt

over the room, and her delicate brows

cocktail, tilted her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough for you?

glanced around at

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

room looked

statement carried a

practically humbling himself for

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

crowd with her clear, bright

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

room instinctively nodded and said in

synchronized than a military drill

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

motioning with her eyes toward the

was a silent request for another

she found

resignedly began

powerful CEO, would be reduced to a bartender

swore she couldn’t help

couldn’t refuse a stunning beauty with such a commanding

as

now, she felt like someone who had tried to gain something but ended up

to stir up trouble had

planned to use her usual dramatic antics of crying and

Joel, I’ll kill myself right here! Let’s see how