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

Chapter 576

Elliot stared intently at the scattered photos on the stage. Each one was a photo he had repeatedly admired during his midnight reveries but was now evidence of his crime.

Jeremiah stared at Elliot, a glimmer of killing intent flashing in his eyes. The girls in these photos are as young as 11 or 12 years old, assaulted while unconscious by Elliot. A lowlife like him shouldn't even exist in this world!" he thought, enraged. At that moment, Clyde stepped onto the stage, ripping off his clothes in front of the crowd, revealing bruises and burn marks from cigarette butts all over his body. Gasps of shock rippled through the audience,

Yvette and Jeremiah stood there, their faces unreadable. A single glance between them confirmed they already knew how those injuries came to be.

The crowd erupted in shock, their whispers buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Oh my gosh, isn't that Elliot's assistant? How could he end up with injuries like that? It's terrifying."

"Do we even need to wonder? Anyone stepping forward now must've been hurt by Elliot

"Drug abuse, exploiting yours, and now abusing his assistant-Elliot is truly a wolf in sheep's clothing!

This was the first time Derek had seen the injuries on Clyde, and it shook him to the core. What has Elliot been hiding from me all this time?' he wondered.

Clyde pointed to his injuries, his eyes full of hatred. "Everyone,m Elliot's assistant. For years, whenever he was upset, he took it out on me-burned me with cigarettes, kicked me. poured boiling water on me."

He paused, his anger rising with each word. "And for what? He has no inspiration, no real talent. He couldn't even compose his own songs, so he hired ghostwriters. I have all the proof. Elliot is nothing but a complete scumbag!"

It was often said that men only weep when deeply grieved. Clyde, humiliated and tormented for years, finally let it all out in front of everyone.

The crowd was even more stunned by his words. 'Elliot abused his assistant and even hired ghostwriters? He's hopeless! they mused.

By this point, Elliot realized that he had no further grounds to argue. His eyes burned with fury, and his clenched fists trembled at his sides.

murmuring and casting judgmental glances in

Yvette.

gone, why ruin me now? You're truly my nemesis. From the moment you entered the Ross family,

"Before you showed up, I was Grandpa's chosen heir, the one he trusted the most. He invested everything in me. And then you came along

his voice filled with resenturent and hatred toward Yvette. He blamed her arrival for all his

depth of Elliot's hatred Howard Yvette. But what does any of this have to do with her he thought, confused. "Elliot, Yvette's talent- Derck began. But Elliot didn't

practically heaving now, has breath ragged with anger those lours I put

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fair to me? I've been playing the

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finally recognize me!" "When I released Despaired Soul, the industry called

took a breath, the pressure mounting. "If I didn't hire ghostwriters, what was

in shock. They couldn't believe Elliot could stand there and make such shameless

voice rang out. It was Frankie, and

erupted as the chant spread

them, you stand here making excuses. It's pathetic. He pressed further, "Did Yvette force you to plagiarize her song To prey on young girls? To do drugs? You're hopeless. Justice will be served, and the music industry has no place for someone like

who caused all of this, somehow, you always manage to make everyone else take your side." "You've got a talent for this, don't you?" He shot a glance at Jeremiah. I bet that guy was seduced by you. That's how you got the evidence to ruin me,

attention landing on Yvette and

smile crept across her face as she tilted her head. Jeremiah, did he just say I seduced you?" Jeremiah's lips curled slightly, and the furrow in his brows

puzzled glances, feeling awkward at the sudden public

had walked onto the stage, Paolo had known Yvette was litually opening herself up to someone extraordinary. He couldn't help but feel pleased as he watched the