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

this reckless woman trying to get us into

even

as he caught Jeremiah’s

When did we ever say that? Are you out of your mind?

joined in to

about the women

she’s lying. We never

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

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

we didn’t

crowd anxiously

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

Samantha speak up for them, everyone gave her

to Yvette to decide what

in the

completely understood how

her arm lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled

pretty, cold eyes swept over the room, and her

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

glanced around at

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

private room looked up in

statement carried a lot of

practically humbling himself for

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

crowd

she asked, “Did you all hear

instinctively nodded and said in unison,

synchronized than a military

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

her eyes toward the empty glass

was a silent

she found Yvette rather hard to

word, she resignedly began mixing

imagined that she, a powerful CEO, would be reduced to a bartender

swore she couldn’t help

couldn’t refuse a stunning beauty with such

face turned as

who had tried to gain something but ended

stir up trouble

planned to use her usual dramatic

up with me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here! Let’s see how the media spins