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.

stage, murmuring and casting judgmental glances in his direction,

Yvette.

all these years of being gone, why ruin me

one he trusted the most. He invested everything in me. And then you came along and ruined it

at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with resenturent and hatred toward Yvette. He

his eyes. For the first time, he saw the 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 let him huish "Ever since Yvette

has breath ragged with anger those lours I put in all the

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fair to me? I've been playing the piano since I was

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Despaired Soul when she was just ten? Do you think I wanted to plagiarize it? I just wanted Grandpa to see me, to finally recognize me!"

hire ghostwriters, what was I supposed

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

was Frankie, and his shout was like a spark to

Exhibit Center erupted as

mistake, and instead of owning 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

guy was seduced by you. That's how you got the evidence to ruin

foetis shifted, their attention landing on Yvette and Jeremiah as

seemed to chill. A slow, twisted 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 eased "No. It wasn't that you

glances, feeling awkward at the

someone extraordinary. He couldn't help but feel pleased as he watched the scene unfold. Showing off her love publicly now? That's Classic Yvette,