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

reckless woman trying to get us

was even more

panic heightened as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed

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

quickly joined in to

about the women locked

Zeller, she’s lying. We never said

innocent. You have to believe us! How could

mad because Joel wants to break up with her, so she’s randomly accusing

swear we didn’t say

the crowd anxiously tried

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

for them, everyone gave her

Yvette to decide what to

attention of everyone in the room

completely understood how much

rest her arm lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves

eyes swept over the room, and her delicate brows arched

“I’m not good

around at

not good enough for her, not the other way

in the private room looked up in

carried a

humbling

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

crowd with her

she asked,

in the room instinctively nodded and

was more synchronized

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

look at Samantha, motioning with her eyes

silent request for another

twitched; she found Yvette rather hard

word, she resignedly began mixing

would be reduced to a bartender for

swore she

couldn’t refuse a stunning

turned as pale as

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

stir up trouble had completely

she planned to use her usual dramatic antics of crying

a lunatic at Joel, “If you break up with me, Joel, I’ll