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

reckless woman trying to get us into trouble?‘ they

was even

he caught Jeremiah’s sharp

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

quickly joined

the

she’s lying.

innocent. You have to believe us! How could we possibly talk like

She’s just mad because Joel wants

swear we didn’t say anything like

the crowd anxiously tried

looking at Yvette’s expressionless face, and said, “They’re smart enough to know what they can say. They

them, everyone gave her grateful

Yvette to

in

understood how much

arm lazily on the couch, her shirt

over the room, and her delicate brows arched

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

glanced around at the uneasy

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

in the private room looked

carried a lot

practically humbling himself

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

disbelieving crowd

asked, “Did you all hear that

nodded and said

was more synchronized

embarrassing! How did we let ourselves

motioning with her eyes toward the empty glass

silent

twitched; she found Yvette rather hard

she resignedly

would

she couldn’t

simply couldn’t refuse a stunning beauty with such a commanding

face turned as pale as a

felt like someone who had tried to

stir up trouble

tactic didn’t work, she planned to use her

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