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

Chapter 588

Yvette slowly glanced at Demetrius legs before casually walking over and placing her land on the wheelchair. Jeremiah and Frankie, coming down from the second level, caught a clear view of this. Frankic eyes widened instantly, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Frankir thought. No way... I must have seen something wrong Ms. Zeller approached Demetrius on her own and even helped push his wheek hair!

How many people could get such special attention from Ms. Zeller? It was likely that even Mr. Chavez hasn't enjoyed this privilege yet, so it's no small matter!

Alarm bells went off in Frankie's mind. This was no longer a yellow-level threat, but a red alert. This Demetrius was a latidmine waiting to blow!

He had a terrifying hunch that a true love rival for Jeremiah had appeared. Frankie stiffly turned his head to see Jeremiah looking at the two people downstairs with an inscrutable gaze.

He wondered. Why is Mr. Chavez so quiet? Is this the calm before the storm?"

To avoid any harm to his innocent self, Frankie bravely stuttered "U-Um... Mr. Chavez, maybe Ms. Zeller just pitied Demetrius for being in a wheelchair and decided to lend a hand. Ms. Zeller is kind-hearted; it's her biggest strength. Mr. Chavez, you must understand and support her, okay?"

Frankie's concern increased when Jeremiah remained silent. "Why is Mr. Chavez's face not showing any expression? he thought, quickly taking a step back.

"Mr. Chavez, please don't get mad. It's all Demetrius fault. It has nothing to do with Ms. Zeller, Frankie continued.

Jeremiah glanced at Frankie. Then, he turned around and walked toward the study, showing no intention of interacting with

him.

His actions left Frankie utterly confused. Where is he going? Could he be grabbing a weapon? He fretted to himself.

Frankie followed Jeremiah into the study with a furtive, anxious expression, no longer caring about what was happening downstairs.

"Mr. Chavez, since Ms. Zeller is friends with him, we need to outsmart Demetrius without acting rashly. To protect your relationship with Ms. Zeller, I've decided to handle Demetrius discreetly. How do you think we should proceed?" he asked.

mission of dealing

With an unchanged expression, he

Chavez. I'll get

out of the second-floor study, sneaking a glance at him before leaving, Jeremiah seemed far too calm to

Frankie went downstairs, he was met with the sight of Yvette pouring a glass of warm water for

serve him water? Frankie wondered. He decided to observe the two downstairs silently and swiftly hid in the stairwell

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with lowered lies. Then, she raised an eyebrow and

softened his gaze and quietly asked, "Yvette, should we invite your friend to come down? Yvette crossed her legs, her eyes serene, and lightly replied, "No need. He likes

and focused on Yvette, his sharp features full of charm.

nodded slightly and nonchalantly answered, "Until the end of

nodded when he heard that and continued asking, "Where do you plan to go after

lifted her gaze, and her eyes sparkled. Her lips curled upwards as she

shift slightly, his gaze becoming much more intense. He seemed surprised by her

the conversation between the two people. The more he listened, the more normal

Mr. Chavez's romantic rival?' If his connection with Yvette were simply that of a regular

his position, he heard Demetrius' deep voice say, "It's

that night. I apologize"

What did Demetrius mean by that? Three years? That night? Could it possibly be what I'm thinking?" he questioned inwardly. He was convinced

and rolled down from the second floor to the first, abruptly interrupting Yvette and Demetrius' conversation.

with her legs crossed and her chin resting

for quite some time, not daring to lift his head. This was the epitome of social death.

he resigned himself and got up from the carpet. At this point, he was convinced that if he wasn't embarrassed, no one else

Demetrius, "Ms. Zeller, are you and your friend hungry? can whip up something for

of water. Her voice was low and gentle as she asked, "Are you