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.

leisurely finished the last bite of shrimp, looked up, raised an eyebrow, smirked a little mischievously, and nodded nonchalantly at the three of them, saying, "He knows her, but I

were stunned. 'When did this child become so easygoing? She's not even mad that Jeremiah

the table and wisely chose to play along. He nodded slightly, speaking seriously to the three at the table, his voice low. "Yeah, she doesn't

and Jeremiah's words made the rest of the dinner difficult

room, the four of them

at my collection of paintings? I wonder if I could have the honor of having our Cyanbird deity critique my artwork." Jeremiah, Aurora, and Clifford knew this was just an excuse; Jase wanted to talk to her

the family of three in the living

for Yvette?" Clifford also put down his newspaper and adjusted his glasses. "This brat is indeed acting a

off.'

the two curious people and replied

at Jeremiah's confidence. 'Is 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 sharp. "Who 1/2

you

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

increasingly satisfied. His granddaughter-in-law had indeed surprised him these past few 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

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.

hearing Jase's words, looked at him calmly. Her deep black eyes and indifferent expression held no emotion as she

slightly. "Girl, can we not be so

coffee cup, her voice still icy. "I'm not being modest; I