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

Chapter 572

Elliot's feet seemed cemented to the stage as Yvette drew closer. His face drained of color, but he fought hard to suppress his panic. With so many eyes on him, he couldn't reveal any panic, he'd risk drawing suspicion.

Yvette stood there, bathed in the spotlight, every inch of her seemingly flawless. Her long neck was radiating an ethereal glow. Her cold gaze locked onto Elliot, and her voice carried the crisp chill of melting snow in the mountains. "Even after so many years, you're still hopeless," she said.

Elliot's face flushed red immediately. He stared out at the chattering crowd below, his eyes filled with venom.

Elliot said with a deep voice, "Ms. Zeller, it's been ages. I'm glad you could make it to my concert. As for the cactus, I'll take it as a joke. But please leave. This isn't the place for such behavior. We're in the Golden Exhibit Center, not a farmer's market. You shouldn't be here." His voice was loud, a stark contrast to his usual gentlemanly charm, as his gaze burned ferociously into Yvette.

The Golden Exhibit Center was pin-drop silent as all eyes were on Yvette and Elliot. Some people thought, 'Who exactly is she to Elliot? What sort of history do they share that would prompt such an act on performance day?" Yvette took a single, passive step toward Elliot, and the weight of her presence seemed to press down on him, He instinctively stepped back, and realizing his retreat, he glared at Yvette as though he could intimidate her. Yveue's lips curled into a mischievous smile, her eyes narrowing She twirled the cactus in her hand. Then, with a flick of her. wrist, she sent it soaring toward Elliot.

Elliot's scream rang out. The audience watched in disbelief as the sharp needles of the cactus embedded themselves in Elliot's face, leaving him in a miserable state. From his front-row seat, Paolo observed Elliot clutching his face, seething with anger, while Yvette stood there, calm and poised, making Paolo smile bitterly. 'She's always been like this. If she has to fight, she goes straight for it. I worry for whoever ends up with her. Who could handle her fierceness? I'm worried, he mused. Jeremiah's eyes never left Yvette. He had not a slight rise in his brow. He mused inwardly, 'She's pretty ruthless to her. enemies. How cute!'

Frankie and Sienna, barely containing their excitement, couldn't help but think in unison, Yvette's in a league of her own. Throwing a cactus at someone's face? That's genius!

Elliot's face contorted with fury as he cradled his pricked face. "vette, I'm suing you for assault! You're finished! I won't let you get away with this!" he roared.

Nothing mattered more to Elliot than his appearance. He depended on his charm to lure his fans into filling his pockets, to vote for him, and to clear his name.

Internally, he seethed, That damn woman is targeting me! Why won't she just disappear?"

into her pockets, her gaze icy as she looked at him. Then, she leisurely strolled to the center stage microphone. Without

vast hall, commanding attention. The audience collectively held their breath

imperceptible smile danced on Yvette's lips. The moment Elliot saw it, panic gripped Him. Ignoring the pain on his face,

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a swift kick, sending Elliot flying backward. His vision blurred as he was

audience, who had just regained some composure, was thrown into a stunned silence again. "Why

echoed throughout the Golden Exhibit Center. "Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to hear Despaired

asking the right question at the right

they had just

what we just saw, who in their right mind would dare

in the front row and began clapping, Yvette turned her head toward him, her expression neutral, with just the

by this unexpected display. Only Jeremiah, Sienna, and Frankie understood the deeper meaning behind

day we get to hear you perform," he said. A discerning ear would catch the faintest traceipt frustration in

like an electric shock. What did Paolo mean by that? Did he just imply that hearing Yvette perform

a single eyebrow. Her fake was exuding a wild energy. Her eyes, sharp and defiant, met the room

priced at

crowd was too shocked to speak. 'How could she possibly dare to perform in front of Paolo and ask for 300 thousand dollars

own grave. Who does she think she's talking to? No one has ever been so bold in front of Paolo. By

Paolo, hoping for some kind of praise, but Paolo only gave him a

again. "Only 300 thousand? Since when did you start