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

to get

was even more

panic heightened as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze

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

quickly joined in to

the women locked

Zeller, she’s lying. We never said

believe us! How could we possibly talk like that

just mad because Joel wants to break up with

swear we didn’t say anything

crowd

they can

Samantha speak up for them, everyone gave her grateful

to Yvette

everyone in the

completely understood how much

the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled

swept over the room, and her delicate brows

her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not

glanced around at the

good enough? I’m the one who’s not good enough

room looked

statement carried a lot of

practically humbling

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

looked at the disbelieving crowd with her

tone, she asked, “Did you all

instinctively nodded and said

more synchronized than

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

at Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward the empty glass on

silent

eye twitched; she found Yvette

word, she resignedly began

CEO, would be reduced to a bartender for

swore she couldn’t

refuse a stunning beauty with such a commanding

as pale as a

like someone who had tried to gain something but ended up

to stir up

she planned to use her

you break up with me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here! Let’s see how