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

Chapter 336

Jeremiah glanced to the side, a smile in his eyes. "This girl's ability to snap back at people has really reached the peak. Once again, the hall fell into an eerie silence.

Robin's face changed dramatically. 'In front of all these people, my dignity was just stomped into the ground by this woman!'

Even Kyle's expression grew tense. 'Robin is part of the Ybaulla delegation. Isn't Yvette's comment a slap in the face to the whole delegation?'

As Ybaulla's Prime Minister, Kyle couldn't get too involved in such a personal grudge. Besides, Yvette was a top-tier Interpol officer, and he didn't want to provoke Mysonna's side. Suppressing his anger, he whispered to Robin, who was about to speak again, "Shut up. Stop causing trouble for me. Today's chess match is your stage, understand? The most important thing for you is to win today's game, not to bicker with this woman. Only victors have the right to mock others!"

Robin was taken aback. He didn't dare disobey Kyle, so he held back his rage and stepped aside, clenching his fists tightly, his teeth grinding together. He thought, 'Fine, let Yvette act arrogant for two more days. She'll be killed by Zola soon anyway!'

Seeing Robin fall silent, the room grew even quieter. 'Mr. Jase Chavez's future granddaughter-in-law is really someone who doesn't need to say much to make her point. One sentence, and Robin didn't dare utter another word. No wonder Jeremiah chose her-they're a perfect match.

The media quickly captured the entire scene, and within moments, edited clips of it were uploaded online. In less than a minute, the video had over 30 thousand views, with the numbers rising at a frightening speed. The internet erupted once again.

[Whoa, my goddess is amazing! Robin must be spitting blood by now!]

[Forget spitting blood; he's probably suffering internal injuries. Our goddess can kill with just one line.]

[Exactly, with just one 'You're not worthy,' the damage is off the charts. But now I wonder, who exactly isn't worthy-Robin or...?]

[Is that even a question? It's obviously a double entendre. We know what it means, don't we?]

[Haha, exactly, 'He's not worthy!... none of them are.]

[Enough said, I'm here to carry the flag for our goddess. Get me to the trending topics now!]

can I timidly ask, aren't you all curious

comment quickly got drowned out in the flood, and not many people paid

by Yvette. She's not

they focused all their anger on it. How

of a mental hospital? You better go back before you disgust us any

What right do you have to talk

our goddess? Who do you think you are? 'Pretending to be high

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Carter household in Seacrity, Winona stared at her phone her eyes bloodshot as she saw everyone's harsh comments. She screamed in rage, [Bitches, they're all btches! Only btches would like that bitch Yvette!] Downstairs, the servants ignored

Eastern Hotel, Kaiden stood by Kyle's side. It must'd been his imagination, but he didn't even dare lift his head

center, with Clifford and other relevant figures in the front row. Jeremiah and Yvette sat together, also in the front Andrew, Tim, and Samantha,

a host. After a brief opening ceremony, they announced the names of the participants, who then took the stage. Cameras captured every angle, and the entire event was broadcast live

whose identity had yet to be revealed-the biggest mystery of the day. The Ybaulla host drew a slip of paper from Clusia's box and slowly opened it. The male host froze for a moment when he saw the name, his expression shifting slightly. He quickly glanced at the audience, his eyes filled with doubt. These small gestures left the audience puzzled. The host read the name on the paper.

two syllables were spoken, the once-silent hall

hear that right? Yvette? Is it

Yvette. Where else would another Yvette come

does this feel so surreal? She can play chess? Dares to compete against

be a master. If she couldn't do anything, who would go up and bring shame on

literature and martial arts. Jeremiah is better than fencing, and

feel like it's going to be exciting. I don't know if grand-aunt can actually