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

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Demetrius said, "You don't need to act all lovey-dovey in front of me, you know."

Jeremiah adjusted his cuffs with quiet precision, his tall, commanding presence exuding confidence. "You'd better get used to it, he said. "This is going to happen a lot."

Their eyes met, and a knowing smile passed between them. No words were needed-despite their differences, they shared at bond, a commitment to protect someone they both cared about. That was enough to keep them from being enemies.. The silent understanding formed an unspoken friendship for two men as powerful as they were. Demetrius turned his wheelchair with ease, a faint smile curling his lips as he quipped, Shouldn't you be calling me 'brother' by now?" Jeremiah walked over to the table in the middle of the room. He poured himself a glass of water and casually replied, "We

talk about that after you cough up the fee."

Demetrius froze in mid-turn, then chuckled. "Fair enough. You're the major general of Clusia. I'd be embarrassed if I couldn't afford something respectable for you," he said.

Jeremiah poured a second glass of water expressionlessly and handed it to Demetrius, saying. And you, as the nephew of Mysonna's president, with half the country's economy under your control, I'll wait to see what kind of gift you bring." Demetrius sat in his wheelchair, holding the glass of water, his hand frozen mid-air. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, wondering, Jeremiah can figure out who I am just from a name

He set the glass down slowly, masking his reaction with casual indifference. "How did you find out?" he asked. The admiration in his eyes was quick, but he quickly tried to conceal it.

Jeremiah leaned back casually against the armrest of the couch, a small smile playing on his lips. "I guessed," he said. "The surname 'Becker isn't exactly common in Mysonna, and it just so happens to belong to the president." "Add that to your demeanor-do you really think anyone would believe you're just an ordinary guy?" he asked

Demetrius had not expected Jeremiah to compliment him, even if it was indirect. Still, he couldn't deny it-he liked it.

Demetrius replied, "That's it? Sounds a bit reckless. What if I weren't who you thought I was? Wouldn't that be awkward? Or maybe awkwardness doesn't bother you."

Though Demetrius acknowledged Jeremiah's cleverness, his tone still carried a sharp edge. After all, he's the man who has won Yvette over, he thought.

Jeremiah raised an eyebrow, unfazed by to her, he retorted.

that even my

him, his mind racing. 'Adorable?' he thought feeling a strong urge to

a hint of embarrassment. He cleared his throat and replied. "As far as I know,

like that; however, Jeremiah did not flinch. His smirk deepened, and his confidence remained unshaken

many surprising things in bed. You'd be amazed at the sweet things

can Jeremiah, the youngest

not win a debate with Jeremiah-especially since Jeremiah always brought up

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he smiled Amusement sparkled in

polite, but the smugness in his expression and postire was impossible to ignore. Demetrius leaned back in his wheelchair, his gaze sharp as he remarked. "You do talk a lot. I

with a blank expression and said, "Yvette loves me,

speechless. He gritted his teeth and silently sipped his water, knowing

loss for words-Yvette and, now, Jeremiah. While he had grown accustomed to Yvette's teasing, it

strangely off-balance. However, that privilege had always been reserved for her and his sister, Alice. No one else would dare challenge him-unless they had a death wish. Somehow, Jeremiah managed to join that exclusive club by using Yvette to throw his conversation partner off balance.. As they sipped their coffee and chatted idly, footsteps and hushed

and Chris rushed back from the training room after seeing the message in the group

hidden by a

had sensed them approaching from a few dozen feet away. The chair stilled as she stretched lazily, lifting

began to fade, Yvette slowly opened her eyes. It was about time anyway-whether Emmett and Chris had returned or

sleep. They both knew that could be a dangerous

This is like walking straight into a lion's den,

Yvette could leave her sunor-or perhaps lier ex-alone with Jeremiah in the living room

them silently wondered, 'Does she trust Mr. Chavez's temper so much? Or has someone already been hurt in there?" Yet none of them doubted the outcome. Jeremiah was merciless to rivals. No man stood a chance

Demetrius' identity in the group chat He started typing a

second thought, he answered the call, completely forgetting the message He did