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

Chapter 557

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Jeremiah's hand, holding the water cup, paused slightly before she nonchalantly took another sip. The loyalty of the Seventy-Two Chambers' members to Yvette was so extreme that it was truly shocking

Yvette lifted her eyelids and glanced at the four hall leaders opposite her. Each of their faces was filled with seriousness and determination. She curled her lips slightly, her eyes remaining unchanged, and asked slowly, "Are you The four nodded. Each one was feared throughout the underworld and was then behaving like obedient students in front of Yvette, exuding not a hint of menace.

Ms. Zeller, we've made up our minds, they said in unison.

Yvette lightly drummed her fingers on the table and leaned back lazily. She said, "Stay until the end of the year-this time next year, I'll come and take you home."

The four were stunned upon hearing that. Did she just say she would take them home? For them, home was wherever Yvette

They were all orphans. When they met Yvette, they were utterly alone. Although older than her by a few years, they were guided by her in both training and life-a ten-year-old leading a group of older kids to where they stood that day. Their fondest memories weren't of the vibrant nightlife of the underworld but of the two years spent in the training camp. Those years, despite the grueling hardships, were the most meaningful of their lives.

Yvette was merciless in her training methods, yet those days were filled with purpose.

Later, the days of sweeping through the underworld under her leadership became equally unforgettable. Despite life-and-death battles, not a single member was lost because, with her around, even death couldn't claim them. The four, in unison, shouted with years of tacit understanding, Ms. Zeller, we'll wait to go home with you!"

Looking at the excited four, Yvette replied in a low voice, "Go back and tell Braydon that I'll take you all next year."

She had no intention of keeping that a secret No one could stop her from taking her people. The four nodded, well aware of her personality. When she said she would take Seventy-Two Chambers, even Braydon would have to agree. Going back to notify Braydon was merely a formality. Yvette had always been that assertive.

Once the Seventy-Two Chambers members had left, Mario immediately entered. Upon seeing Yvette, he lowered his head, no longer his earlier talkative self, but rather nervous and uneasy

Having been in the southern region for so many years, Mario knew a thing or two. That a figure like Yvette would come to eat at his diner, behaving so courteously, was something he still found hard to believe.

beside her. As she passed Mario, she

said casually, "Your food tastes very good With that, she and

sweat. He had thought she was displeased with him. It turned out

no signs of ending. Onlary folks like him ways bore the brunt of it As

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paper resembling a check; He bent down for a

a check, Mario froze. It was a 150 thousand-dollar check. A whole year's backbreaking work wouldn't even earn him half that. And right then, the

sat on the recently cleaned blue chair, deeply moved. There was no need

who seemed unreachable, had remembered his struggling diner even after leaving. Mario's heart swelled with

who was curled up in the passenger seat engrossed in a game. His lips curled into a

written a check for the diner owner. Only he would bother to handle

eliminated another player in her game. Without lifting her head, she asked

one hand, turned a comer leisurely and replied in a deep voice, "I like

She looked up, abandoning the game entirely, and glanced at Jeremiah. "Men are liars. What else do you like?" she asked slowly. Jeremiah, turning the steering wheel again, answered without

sincere.

on her hand and replied, "That just

question was light as if he didn't

grip on the steering wheel faltered slightly. 'Who's Coke

after speaking, closed her eyes unhurriedly, a sly

on the office sofa, his face illuminated by dim light. His sharp features, prominent nose, and unbuttoned white

still wondering who this Coke was that Yvette had mentioned. Turning his phone in his hand.

Eagle King, dressed in red shorts, a green tank top, and blue slippers, stared at the unfamiliar

wasn't foolish. Jeremiah wouldn't call him for idle cha-chat. If he received a call, it was