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

Chapter 582

Jeremiah paused for a but, then replied to Paolo with a calm face, "Sure, I'll visit you if I have the time." As Paolo was Yvette's mentor and elder, Jeremiah showed extra respect.

Paolo waved at them. "Off you go. Stop being eyesores Though he said this, the reluctance in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Yvette squinted her eyes, gave Paolo a nonchalant glance, and slowly said, "I'm off. With that, she turned and left, her every movement exuding a carefree vibe. Jeremiah nodded to Paolo and then followed him. Frankie was the only one left, not in a hurry to leave, lost in thought.

Paolo turned to glance at Frankie, frowning. He left. What is he still doing here? he wondered.

Seeing Paolo's disdainful look, Frankie rubbed his nose. "Mr. Fontana, have you ever thought about the possibility that Mr. Chavez might never retire?"

The question left Paolo confused and wondering, "What's the deal with the Clusian military? Do they want Jeremiah to serve until he's old? That's just too much!

Frankie saw Sienna waving at him from a car in the distance and, ignoring the stunned Paolo, quickly said. "Mr. Chavez is the youngest general currently in Clusia." Paolo was left alone, utterly baffled by what he just heard. The youngest general in Clusia? he thought.

In the car, Jeremiah was driving, Yvette sat in the front seat, and Frankie and Sienna were in the back.

When they drove away, Sienna saw Paolo standing at the door, looking completely shocked and confused. Curiously, she asked, "What did you say to Paolo, Frankie?"

Frankie gave her a smug look. "Not much. I just told him about Mr. Chavez's position in the military.

Now Sienna understood why Paolo was so shocked. He initially thought Jeremiah was just Yvette's man. Who would have guessed he had such an impressive status and wouldn't be surprised?

Yvette nestled in the front passenger seat, eyes down, fiddling with her phone. Her delicate and beautiful features showed a touch of coolness. When she heard Frankie's words, her fingers paused briefly.

Then, she lifted her head and said slowly. "Pull over up ahead. You guys head home first. I need to go somewhere.

As soon as he spoke, Jeremiah slowed down the car, glancing sideways with a darkened gaze. "Will you be coming home for

dinner? Fll cook"

her eyelids, put away her phone, propped her chin on her hand, and casually replied, "Yes. In craving some fried

store later and pick

It was another day of shedding tears over someone

Mr. Chavez really is the perfect boyfriend. He never pries into Yvette's whereabouts, giving her complete trust, and he's great at cooking. Phis, he buys her favorite milkshake. Where can you find a boyfriend like that? After Jeremiah stopped the car by the

the presidential palace of Mysonna, a young man in a wheelchair seemed to be in his early

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his sharp,

by thick eyebrows and a high nose, all adding to his

young man sat beneath the blossoming magnolia tree, his hair color almost like emerald, the skin of his neck fine as porcelain. The white shirt he wore accentuated

story.

charming smile slowly appeared

mouth carried a unique,

stunning, with a moleshaped like a tear beside her eye. Her face held an innocence untouched by the world, exuding a unique charm of innocence and romance. Her voice was crisp and melodious "Demetrius, Yvette is back. Why isn't she coming to see us? Is it because I wasn't well-behaved enough? I've been very good and haven't sneaked any candy in three days!"

the girl, her head tilted and eyes bright and clear. Gently stroking her

girl nodded eagerly at his words, her smile full of joy. "Demetrius, you're right. Yvette will definitely come back

me

Rufus Lacrima, arrived. Seeing the two, he bowed respectfully and said. "Mr. Becker, Mr. Becker is waiting for you in the study. I'll show Ms. Becker to her room." Demetrius Becker nodded, his amber eyes clear and calm. He spoke

go back to my room with

from when he was with Alice. His expression turned cold immediately. "Got it. Take

the study, Cyrus Becker, the president of Mysonna, listened to his subordinates

he heard the sound of knocking did he

his wheelchair lowered his eyes. He had already heard Cyrus' angry voice from inside but pretended not to have heard, calmly wheeling himself into the room. When Cyrus saw Demetrius in the wheelchair, his tone softened, though he

a second thought. "Yes. I found

glanced at him, knowing he must be telling the truth. If Demetrius had known that Yvette appeared in Mysonna earlier, he wouldn't

a prescription and disappeared. For years, Interpol could only contact her through her