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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with me? Forget it. I may not mind your looks, but I've already

say this to Yvette. It was

crew, her expression flat and unreadable. Her eyes, cold and slightly narrowed, showed not a hint of warmth.

grandfather by name-a level of boldness he'd never

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

raised her eyebrows, her eyes carrying a mischievous glin

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him as he met her eyes. Realizing his fear, he quickly masked it with anger. Oliver yelled, "Get her! This woman has no 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.

in her pockets, granting

kicked one back precisely, sending him flying several meters. Another tried his luck, throwing a punch, but Yvette

man standing attempted a desperate lunge, only for Yvette to grip his throat and fling him under the car 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 wasn't

fight another day-Oliver immediately

he could make a move, Yvette's cold voice stopped him in his tracks.

see Yvette standing there, hands in her pockets, that same unsettling smile on her face. "Fine," he spat, "stay here if you're so

but just as he thought he was home free, a small stone whizzed through the air, striking him in, the right leg. His leg went numb instantly, and he face-planted into

Oliver's men, Emmett returned to Yvette's side with a calm,

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

move. He plopped down on the ground again, glaring at Yvette and Emmett. Tears were

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 match! I was only trying to scare you a bit, and now I might