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

Chapter 357

Jase continued. "Tomorrow, after we meet the granddaughter James recognized, check her background. If she's manipulative or intentionally getting close to that old guy with bad intentions, you need to be cautious. I'm worried his unstable mental state might be exploited by someone with ulterior motives. If the secret of the physical research in James's hands is stolen by another country, the loss would be unimaginable. I just can't figure out what kind of girl could catch that cranky old guy's fancy; it's really strange." Jase's words carried discontent and suspicion about the granddaughter James recognized.

Jeremiah placed the peeled shrimp into Yvette's bowl, and before Jase could say anything more, he interrupted him. "Grandpa, let's be careful with our words and actions."

Jase was taken aback. 'What does this brat mean by that? What did I say that was wrong?'

Clifford and Aurora also looked at Jeremiah, a bit puzzled.

The only one at the table who was calm was Yvette, who continued eating the shrimp Jeremiah had peeled for her, casually swinging her little feet under the table, looking very relaxed. Clifford suspiciously asked Jeremiah, "Do you know James's new granddaughter?"

Before Jeremiah could answer, Aurora spoke first, winking at everyone while saying, "How could it be? Jeremiah wouldn't know James's granddaughter. Other than Yvette, he definitely wouldn't know any other strange woman." Aurora confidently guaranteed this while discreetly kicking Clifford under the table. 'This man has no sense at all; why would he ask that with my daughter-in-law here? Isn't that digging a pit for my son to jump into?"

Clifford caught on, awkwardly coughing and glancing at Yvette, feeling a bit guilty. 'But my daughter-in-law is really a true daughter-in-law; that kick almost sent me away!

Jase, worried that his comment might upset the young couple, quickly chimed in. "Well, Jeremiah surely doesn't know that mysterious woman."

Jase, Aurora, and Clifford all waited for Yvette's reaction, and the dining table suddenly fell silent.

looked up, raised an eyebrow, smirked a little mischievously, and nodded nonchalantly at the three of them, saying, "He knows her,

this child become

play along. He nodded slightly, speaking seriously to the three at the table,

of the dinner difficult for the

in the living room, the four of them sat on the sofa sipping

would you like to accompany this old man upstairs to my study and take a look at my collection of paintings? I wonder if I could have the honor of having our Cyanbird deity critique

and the two of them went upstairs, leaving the family of three in the living room

worried your grandpa will make things difficult for Yvette?" Clifford also put down his newspaper

off.'

the two curious people and replied calmly, "Grandpa

this brat pretending to be clueless while knowing full well?' Suddenly, he recalled the incident of Kaiden being killed today, and his expression darkened, becoming more serious, his gaze

you or your

kill Kaiden?" Yvette sat in the chair opposite him, lifted her eyes, and raised her eyelids slightly. Her usual cool demeanor showed no sign of fear or fluctuation in

days. 'Setting aside Kaiden's Ybaulla's identity, the fact that he dared to kidnap someone from the Chavez family to win the competition through unscrupulous means was enough for him to die dozens of times... If my granddaughter-in-law knows who kidnapped Aurora and remains unfazed, that would

than I imagined, isn't it?" He knew very well that Yvette's background was definitely not as simple as what he had found out. "This kid has an extraordinary level of intelligence and skill; she kills decisively and cleanly, which is not something an ordinary girl can achieve. The secrets she carries probably cannot be uncovered unless she reveals them herself. What I've discovered about her background took some effort, but with dedication, it

at him calmly. Her deep black eyes and indifferent expression held

mouth twitched slightly. "Girl, can we not be

held her coffee cup, her voice still icy. "I'm not being modest; I just don't know which identity