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

Kyle slapped his warm face against a cold backside, looking somewhat embarrassed. He glanced at Robin, who had fainted on stage, and thought, ‘What a useless guy, the world champion actually lost to a Clusia woman in her early twenties and was knocked out by a few words. We’ve completely lost face for Ybaulla this time. Why didn’t he just die instead?‘

In front of the media and everyone, Kyle put on a gentlemanly demeanor and instructed those around him. “Take Robin to the hospital. Kyle led the Ybaulla delegation out in a grand procession.

Aurora watched all of this and was speechless for the first time. She had weathered many storms in the business world and seen all kinds of scenes, but today’s situation was something she had never witnessed before.

The remaining media left in an orderly fashion. Everyone was eager to rush back and write their articles. Today’s event was sure to explode in the news. All the media outlets were competing, not wanting to fall behind, and they ran out of the Eastern Hotel faster than rabbits.

In the car, Aurora looked at Clifford dazedly and said, “Honey, is it over? Did Yvette win? Just like that?”

Clifford pinched his cheek and saw Aurora looking a bit silly. He laughed and said, “Yeah, it’s over. Your Yvette won, and she did it decisively.”

Aurora slapped her thigh, so happy that she forgot she was wearing a gown. She threw herself into Clifford’s arms, extremely excited. “Honey, I think our daughter–in–law is amazing, absolutely incredible. I can’t even find the right words to describe her.”

Clifford took her in his arms and straightened her up. “You’re old enough now, stop acting like you’re young. Get yourself together!”

Aurora didn’t care about that. She looked Clifford up and down and suddenly felt emotional. “Our son took after me in taste, that’s why he found such an excellent girlfriend.”

Clifford rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly. “This kid, all his good qualities come from her, and his bad ones from me. I’m used to it anyway. Arguing is pointless.” “Yeah, whatever you say.‘

Skyland, Yvette, Jeremiah, Samantha, Andrew, and Charles were all in the living room. They went straight back to Skyland after leaving the Eastern Hotel.

arm around her shoulders, peeling oranges, feeding each other. He looked down at the young girl tirelessly trying to find a mate for the little Husky. ‘Why does it feel a bit demeaning? Is it because our son is so unreliable that even his mother isn’t confident in finding him a match? I can’t help but laugh. Jeremiah

Samantha were sitting far away, glaring at Jeremiah and Yvette across from them. It

thousand, looking completely out of place. He was on his tablet, refreshing a forum website every three seconds. Andrew clicked his tongue twice, thinking that this generation of netizens was

over the world had seen it. Now the internet was buzzing with all kinds of jokes and comments about today’s match, coming out one after another. Andrew felt like he couldn’t keep up

as soon as the video was released. It already has 30 million

such a

said, “Here’s one. This user, ‘I am a wolf from the

we erect a monument for him? I’ve already thought of the epitaph: ‘I am Robin, from Ybaulla, from that place

more comments randomly, and even Charles

just added 30 thousand gold

at Yvette, thinking. ‘Look at what true vision is. What true badassery is. Yvette won the match without trying to show off at all. After returning, she didn’t even mention the match, as if it was nothing. Winning against a

went upstairs, with Jeremiah following her

upstairs and muttered to himself,

sipping red wine. Samantha initiated a toast by touching her glass to his, her voice cool. “You didn’t learn painting from Yve, did you? You don’t have that artist’s

twins, “One is always smart and the other dumb. ‘Isn’t it obvious who’s the smart one?‘ Charles

complicated than what I’ve seen! Coming from a military family, they were exposed to much more than ordinary people. This

“Looks like you’ve

his lips together, thinking. “Talking to a smart person