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

Chapter 489

The next day, Emmett drove Yvette alone to Yoder Manor after breakfast.

An urgent matter had called Jeremiah away-something had come up with the First Military District back in Betrico that required his attention. While Jeremiah headed to the airport with Chris driving him, Yvette would go alone to meet with the Yoder family. Yoder Manor sat on Mysonna's eastern edge, a legacy of Carl Yoder's early success.

Like many in his generation, Carl valued the old traditions. Rumor had it that he'd consulted a master, who deemed the location highly promising for the prosperity of future generations. Every tree and stone seemed carefully placed, steeped in intention and respect for tradition

As Emmett's car approached the manor's gates, he noticed a flashy sports car parked ahead. Leaning against it, wearing trendy clothes and dark sunglasses, was a young man surrounded by uniformed men. The look on his face and the intimidating stance of his entourage suggested trouble.

Emmett frowned. "Looks like someone's waiting for us up ahead, Yvette. Doesn't look friendly."

Resting in the backseat with her eyes closed, Yvette glanced toward the group. "Ignore them."

Emmett nodded. "Got it, Yvette."

However, as they drew closer, the young man raised a hand, signaling his men to block the road, stopping their car.

Emmett glanced at the scene, his brows furrowing. Something about this felt deliberate like they'd been waiting here specifically for them.

Turning to Yvette, he said, "Looks like this guy was expecting us

Without a word, Yvette opened the car door and stepped out, her pace unhurried. Emmett quickly turned off the engine and joined her.

As they stepped forward, the young man, none other than Oliver Yoder-Carl's grandson-swaggered toward them, backed by a large group of his men, clearly intending to cause trouble.

Oliver eyed Yvette up and down, a cocky smirk on his face. He dought, "So this is Grandpa's idea of a potential match? She was way too attractive, nothing like the usual types his grandfather would approve of for a marriage prospect.

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today? Here for a little matchmaking? Let me make something clear-I'm not interested. Whatever daydream you're having about being with me? Forget it. I may not mind your looks, but I've already got someone. So take my advice and leave before you

could say this to Yvette. It was clear this guy had no clue who he was

stared at Oliver and his crew, her expression flat and unreadable. Her eyes, cold and slightly narrowed, showed not

grandfather by name-a level of boldness he'd never expected. His shock quickly turned

name? You've got a death wish!" Oliver clenched his teeth. "Get her! Let's bring her to Grandpa and

eyes carrying a mischievous glin dark and cold, with a faint smile on

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respect for my grandfather. Grab her now!" Emmett leaned over and said, "Yvette, why don't you step back for a moment? I'll take care of them. You

took two steps back, hands in her pockets,

Emmett dispatched Oliver's men with effortless case, a few made a bold attempt to sneak up on Yvette from behind. Without even looking, Yvette kicked one back precisely, sending him flying several meters. Another tried his luck, throwing a punch, but Yvette caught his fist, barely flexing as she tightened her grip until

Yvette to grip

kill me by setting me up with someone so... lethal? This isn't matchmaking. It is like being fed to a lion. Like his older brother, Joe, Oliver shared the same survival instinct: when the fight

philosophy-live to fight another day-Oliver immediately dashed

could make a move, Yvette's cold voice stopped

there, hands in her pockets, that same unsettling smile

a small stone whizzed through the air, striking him in, the right

handling the rest of Oliver's men, Emmett returned to Yvette's side with

Yoder Manor, the scene looked like a full-blown accident site. Oliver and his men

to get back up, pulled an unexpected move. He plopped down on the ground again, glaring at Yvette and

a Yoder-your supposed match, in case you forgot! Couldn't you be a bit gentler? Can't you just talk things out? This is a civilized society, not a wrestling