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

Chapter 462

Jeremiah picked it up, and after a brief moment, Jase's serious velce came through the speaker. "What have you and Yvette been up to this time?"

Jeremiah's gaze darkened. It seemed a little too coincidental that Jase's call came right after Joe had just left.

Before Jeremiah could respond, Jase continued, "Yvette is with you, right? Hand her the phone. Wait, never mind, just put it on speaker."

Jeremiah hesitated for a moment before switching the phone to speaker mode. The next second, Jase's booming voice filled the room, sounding much more cheerful than before. "Yvette, my dear, you must be tired."

The unexpected warmth in Jase's tone caused Samantha and Emmett to exchange a glance. They thought, 'What happened to make him so pleased? He was usually stern and serious, rarely showing any sign of happiness. This is so weird. Yvette raised an eyebrow, her eyes dark and contemplative as she asked coolly, "What did Carl do?"

There was a brief pause on the phone before Jase continued, "Carl contacted someone in Betrico this morning. He said that he's willing to donate three of the national treasure-grade bronze artifacts to Clusia-no strings attached.

"The value of these artifacts is immeasurable. More importantly, with Carl's influence among the Clusian community, this will certainly bring more attention to the issue of our lost treasures."

Jase seemed a bit stirred as he spoke. When Clusia was invaded, many of its treasures were plundered by foreign forces. These items ended up in museums abroad, where they were flaunted as the spoils of conquest.

Each artifact lost overseas was a sign of the humiliation Clusia endured. They had been fighting to retrieve these lost treasures and reclaim what rightfully belonged to their ancestors.

After a pause, Jase continued, "Carl spoke to Clifford about it, and he said the donation of these bronze artifacts is a gift for you and Jeremiah. He also specifically requested that the Clusian government allow Jeremiah to personally escort the national treasures back home."

Normally, decisions about such matters would fall to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but in this case, the honor of escorting the treasures would go to Jeremiah, which explained a lot.

If Carl hadn't specified it, this opportunity would have sparked fierce competition. Now, with his request, there was no room for dispute.

'No wonder Carl only gave Yvette and Jeremiah matched gemstones-they were just the prelude. The real gift is actually this

Jeremiah to escort the national treasures back to Clusia was a move to

youngest general in Clusia, this opportunity would undoubtedly pave the way for his future

was no shift in his eyes at all despite Jase's

was as cold as always, and

replied, "In about two weeks. The exact date is still being finalized by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Carl, but once it's decided, the orders will be issued immediately for Jeremiah to personally escort the artifacts back to Clusia." In Betrico, Jase leaned

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for Yvette, he

have predicted that Yvette was acquainted with Carl. She always surprised him. To have Carl donate such invaluable items was no longer just a matter of honor. It was something far deeper. Yvette said, "I did nothing. It was Jeremiah who saved

that."

Jase also smiled with satisfaction, thinking, 'Although Yvette is a

quickly, and soon the upper class of Betrico

saying that Jeremiah must have used some sort of dirty tricks to secure the role. The situation called for an explanation, and it turned out that the truth

reassured them, "Don't worry, I know how to handle

truly is impressive. He handles everything so carefully, step by step, leaving no

"He's certainly

the note that said "settled", grunted,

Mysonna, Damian might never have taken the throne. In terms of vision, strategy, and the number of supporters, he was

nodded in agreement. Yvette pulled on a cap, covering most of her face, her delicate features subtly shifting with a slight raise of her eyebrows. "Wait for my message the day