Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 308

Alan’s sudden change in attitude left everyone present utterly dumbfounded. Collective silence fell over the room, with jaws practically hitting the floor. Especially Alan’s staff, who knew his temper better than anyone. They thought, ‘He was never the type to be easily swayed, so seeing him agree to this request left them completely stunned. It wasn’t just that he agreed–the way he spoke was overly humble, which was unbelievable. Just moments ago, he had refused. How did his attitude change so quickly?‘

Everyone simultaneously thought back to the phone call ‘Who was on the other end of that call? What could have been said to make Alan behave like this? And Alan’s words were even more shocking: not only did he agree to leave all thirty gowns, but he also offered to bring ten more for them to choose from. What was going on?‘

Aurora was equally confused. So what was happening now? Did Alan really agree to leave all thirty gowns just because of a phone call? Was she dreaming?

Charles watched the scene unfold calmly. He thought, ‘For Ms. Zeller, none of this was surprising. Even Silas, a figure who could be written into history books, had brought over No.7 Toxin to have her detoxify him. What could Ms. Zeller possibly not achieve?‘

Yvette lifted her gaze, her deep, tranquil eyes cold and fathomless as a winter lake. She glanced at the struggling Alan and said in a calm voice, “Just leave the thirty gowns. I’ll alter the sizes myself.”

Aurora blinked, confused. “Yvette, you know how to make clothes?”

Yvette nodded slightly. “Kind of, I can do a little.”

boss only knows “a little,” then who in the fashion industry would dare say they know how to make clothes? This left no room for anyone else. He really wanted to say that modesty is a disease. The next moment, Alan suddenly realized something ‘Aurora had called his boss her daughter–in–law. Wait, Mrs. Chavez’s daughter- in–law? That means she’s married to the legendary Clusia First Lieutenant General, the man known as the living grim reaper of Betrico? No wonder! The boss really knows how to fly under the radar, quietly making big moves. All those socialites in Betrico couldn’t win him over, but she managed to. Alan looked at Yvette with stars in his eyes, full of

that? Could it be that he had fallen for her at first sight? No way! Aurora quickly shifted to block Alan’s view, giving him a nod. “Thank you, Director Alan. You can leave the gowns here; I’ll have someone organize them later. No

so easily. He decided to press on with his shamelessness. With a polite, gentlemanly smile, Alan said, “Mrs. Chavez, these thirty gowns must be exhausting for Ms. Zeller to alter on her own. If she doesn’t mind, I can help with a few

around Yvette, couldn’t deny that he had a point. She thought, “Thirty haute couture gowns were intricate works, and Yvette would surely get tired altering them

both eager and excited, raised her

once again left amazed. He thought, ‘Sure enough, nothing Yvette said ever went unheeded! He suddenly felt like bowing down to her. It’s clear that being around Yvette really opened your

was actually going to work with his boss? He thought, ‘This

couldn’t handle this level of craftsmanship. Now, only Andrew, who was dozing off, Charles, who was reading the newspaper, and Aurora, who stayed glued to Alan’s side, remained in the living room, Alan felt utterly drained. From the beginning to now, Mrs. Chavez had been shadowing him, and every time he wanted to say a word to his boss, she’d start asking him various questions. After three hours, he’d only managed to exchange two sentences with the

Alan any opportunity to make a move on Yvette,

was no way he was going to have a proper conversation with the boss today, Alan dejectedly nodded, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. “I’ve finished. Mrs. Chavez, I won’t disturb you and Ms. Zeller any longer. I’ll be on my way now.” He then turned

and thread. She

he headed for the door. But just before he left, Aurora called out to him, “Director Alan, aren’t you forgetting something?

“Mrs. Chavez, these thirty gowns are

The whole day felt like a dream. Even Charles, who had been reading the newspaper, lifted his head at that. “Vibe” had just gifted thirty gowns? That’s at least five or six hundred million,