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.

the secret door and returned to his bedroom, his retreating figure tinged with a bit of loneliness and

silently

lonely night, lying sleepless with an empty pillow, having a young wife but unable to touch her-who could understand this feeling?' Jeremiah finally understood now. After Jeremiah left, Yvette logged back into the Black Gold site.

did you log

how you're going to kill this

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

[Did you log off?]

another 15 million dollars if you send me some pictures of her

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Chapter 332

'Add 160 million dollars, and I'll agree to what you said. A fool wouldn't take

Zola so much on these sites? I knew it, there's no one in this world who can't be swayed by money. They just build up a reputation

it is. As long as Yvette is dead, I'll pay whatever it takes! This 160 million dollars is most of

been in serious decline for years. This 160 million dollars came from the shady business Robin had

transferring the money, Robin closed his laptop and collapsed onto the hospital bed, staring at a corner of the room with ghostly pale skin, devoid of any color. He endured the pain of his wounds, waiting for Dr.

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

the match, the media reports

usual, mostly just formally reporting the event schedule and format. They also confirmed from Ybaulla's side that Robin

are still using all sorts of flashy headlines to grab attention,

recuperating

chess competition title? A surprise or