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.”

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

glanced up and saw his expression, and doubts began to surface in her mind. ‘What was going on? Why was Alan looking at her daughter–in–law like that? Could it be that he had fallen for her at first sight? No way! Aurora

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

though reluctant to let Alan spend too much time around Yvette, couldn’t deny that he had a point. She thought, “Thirty haute couture gowns were intricate works, and Yvette would

eager and excited, raised

agreed to leave the gowns, was 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

joy. He was actually going to work with

had already returned to the store; they 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 boss, while Mrs. Chavez had practically unearthed his entire life story. Alan glanced over at Yvette. She was still working steadily, her hands moving just as quickly as they had been at the start. ‘Wasn’t she tired? Was she even human?‘ he thought. His own hands were shaking just from holding the scissors. After finishing the last gown, Alan politely

not give Alan any opportunity to make a move on Yvette, shook

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

as well, setting down her needle and thread. She looked at Alan and, in her

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

quickly responding “Mrs. Chavez, these thirty gowns

head at that. “Vibe” had just gifted thirty gowns? That’s at least