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

woman trying to get

even

he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed

say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try to pin this

quickly joined

the women locked

Ms. Zeller, she’s lying.

believe us! How could we possibly talk

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

swear we didn’t

the crowd anxiously tried

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

up for them, everyone gave her grateful

was up to Yvette to decide what to do

of everyone in the room returned to

understood how much Yvette meant to

her arm lazily on the

eyes swept over the

head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough for you? Is that so? Do I not

glanced around at the uneasy

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

the private room looked up

carried a

practically humbling himself

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

disbelieving crowd

flat tone, she asked,

nodded and said in

response was more synchronized

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

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

was a silent request

she found Yvette

a word, she resignedly

CEO, would be

swore she couldn’t

stunning beauty with such

turned as

tried to gain something

to stir up

work, she planned to use her usual dramatic antics of crying

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