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

Chapter 332

Yvette nodded, finding a comfortable position and raising her eyes without much expression. "Okay."

Jeremiah was indeed surprised that the young woman volunteered to play. 'Given her personality, she hates trouble the most. For her to take the initiative like this, it's quite a rare occurrence. She must really dislike this Robin; otherwise, she wouldn't have made this decision. I didn't even know she had an interest in chess.' Jeremiah put down the towel and spoke in a deep voice, "What made you decide to compete?"

Yvette propped her chin on her hand, her gaze downcast. From Jeremiah's angle, he could only see her beautiful, flawless features and the pale, alluring curve of her collarbone, half in shadow, drawing him in.

Yvette wiggled her toes, her lips curling as she lazily said, "He's too ugly. I can't stand the sight of him."

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Jeremiah chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow. 'If Robin knew this was the reason, he'd probably die of anger. Jeremiah squinted. "Yeah, he is pretty ugly."

News came from Betrico Hospital that Robin's leg would have permanent damage, which for someone like him was a devastating blow.

Jeremiah pushed open a secret door, intending to return to his bedroom. From his desk to the door, it took him a full three minutes-he could barely move his feet.

Yvette stared at his retreating back, a faint, unreadable smile on her lips, and said unhurriedly, "Jeremiah, if you're walking that slow, you might as well give up those legs." Jeremiah's tall, straight back paused slightly. He turned around, his gaze tender, a bit warmer in his expression, and his voice. low and intoxicating. "It's fine. I still have a third leg." In the next second, a coffee cup flew from Yvette's direction, aimed right at Jeremiah.

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Jeremiah glanced at it and effortlessly caught the coffee cup, holding it in his hand.

Yvette wiggled her toes lazily, casting a slow, indifferent glance at him without saying a word.

as he looked at her, then pushed open the secret door and returned to his bedroom, his retreating

on the sofa only silently watched his performance. 'His

but unable to touch her-who could understand this feeling?' Jeremiah finally understood now. After Jeremiah left, Yvette logged back into the Black Gold

you log

you're going to kill

before killing her. Of course, I can tell you this woman is quite beautiful. I'm sure you'll

[Did you log off?]

15 million dollars if you send me some pictures of her on her deathbed. How about

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lowered her eyes slightly, her cold, dark gaze sharp. She typed a few words with her slender fingers: 'Add 160 million dollars, and I'll agree to what you said. A fool wouldn't take money when it's handed over.

How do people glorify Zola so much on these sites? I knew it, there's

greedy as Kaiden, that bastard. Fine, 160 million dollars it is. As long as Yvette is dead, I'll pay whatever it takes!

appearance of wealth, the family's finances had been in serious decline for years. This 160 million dollars came from

transferring the money, Robin closed his laptop and collapsed onto the hospital bed, staring at a corner of the room with ghostly pale skin,

to compete personally. I will defeat the Clusian people myself and crush them completely. I'll show them what a real genius looks like! Not someone like Yvette, that savage and domineering woman. What Goddess of Clusia? Ybaulla will always be number

Friday, the day before the match,

media remained restrained as usual, mostly just formally

sorts of flashy headlines to

being released, Robin has been carefully recuperating and is confidently entering the chess exchange

chess competition title?