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

Chapter 561

That afternoon, Jeremiah renamed to the medical lab to bring the back to the mansion. Inside, Sienna sat on the couch. with a freshly delivered invitation card lying on the table in front of her

She opened the cant and scanned it just as Voette and Jeremiah walked in Sienna quickly set the card down and greeted them with a smile. "Yvette. Jeremiah, you're back!

Yvette nodded and walked over to the couch, her eyes drifting the invitation on the table. The moment she sported the emblem, het gare quickly averted.

This is an invitation from Elliot, Sienna said, picking up the card. "He had someone deliver it-it's for his recital at Golden 1xhibit Center in three says"

The door opened, and Frankie, Chris, and Bruce stepped in, overhearing Sienna's last words. Frankie, always blunt, scoffed I swear, every time I walk in, it's about another fancy event. Don't these so-called elites ever take a break!" Chris, calmly pulling off his shoes, replied, "Your family counts as elite in Quakersville, you know." Frankie paused. momentanly lost for words.

Bruce walked over, settling next to Sienna. Elliot? The world-renowned musician from that prestigious family known for their music he mused. Having attended concerts and art exhibitions often, Bruce knew a bit about the Ross family. jeremiah placed a glass of warm water in front of Yvette and sat down beside her. The temperature's just night," he said. Yvette glanced up, took a sip, and set the glass back on the table,

Sienna. Bruce. Chris, and Frankie couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. It was as if Jeremiah were caring for Yvette like a

hild

"Yes. That's the Ross family" Sienna continued. "This generation has two

sons. Not both went into music, though.

Elliot became a pianist, and Derek went into business. Derek now owns Mysonna's largest club chain, with locations all over the world. Ours an artist, the other a businessman-both accomplished." Bruce nodded thoughtfully Ive attended two of Elliot's performances.

His famous piece Despaired Soul is undeniably a masterpiece, but honestly. I think the praise is a bit exaggerated. It's powerful and groundbreaking, but his performance lacks soul. It's paradoxical"

ear for music made his critique hit the nail on the head. It was battling how someone could fail

and day. Without being told, it was

I went to one of his recitals two years ago, and honestly, it was shsappointing. I also heard a rumor that he

peeled an orange for Yvette, neatly arranging the slices on a plate. Yvette

that, Wette arood and headed upstairs Jeremiah watched er graceful figure disappear, thinking to himsell,

voice slow as she processed what Yue had said "That Yvette just say that Elliot

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could never truly capture the depth and essence of a masterpiece like

in the living room questioned what Yvette had said. If Yvette had told them that the world would end tomorrow, they'd have believed her without a doubt. She wasn't

Cries.

do with this? Should I just throw

"Yeah, why bother with

to throw the card away, Jeremiah stood up, adjusted his sleeve, glanced at the card, and said quietly, "Keep it" He then turned and headed upstairs. Sienna froze, holding the card mid-air before setting it

now dressed in casual loungewear. Jeremiah leaned against the wall, his posture

letting the warm, soothing afternoon sunlight wash over her. The air felt soft and fragrant, the faint scent

of orange juice as he joined her

at him before taking the glass. She accepted it, though she couldn't help

I spent a lot of time in the slums. One

offered to train me. I stayed with them for a

filled with bloodshed drugs, and human trafficking. The thought of Yvette, so young and delicate, surviving in that kind