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.”

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

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 quickly shifted to block Alan’s view, giving him a nod. “Thank you, Director Alan. You

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

much time 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

and excited, raised her brows slightly, and responded in her usual

Yvette said ever went unheeded! He suddenly felt like bowing down to her. It’s clear that being

going to work with his boss? He thought, ‘This was a dream come

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 turned to Aurora and said, “Mrs. Chavez, aren’t

make a move on Yvette, shook her head. “Not tired

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

her last gown as well, setting down her needle and thread. She looked at Alan and, in her usual cold

to him, “Director Alan, aren’t you forgetting

quickly responding “Mrs. Chavez, these thirty gowns are a gift for Ms. Zeller. You don’t need

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