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

Secrets Of MrS 595

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Jeremiah looked away expressionlessly, his eyes glinting as he replied, "No need for that. Sending them to a psychiatric hospital might be better

Emmett turned to Chris and they shared a look, with Emmett thinking, Yvette and Mr. Chavez are going too far: how could they think about sending us to a psychiatric hospital in a dream Anyone can see we aren't crazy! 'Clearly, it was Mr. Chavez and Yvette who were mentally ill, thought Chris.

They had brainwashed themselves and were sure they were in the same dream. Both gritted their teeth, relying on their sometimes-present, sometimes-absent tacit understanding over the years, to think of a way to escape this nightmare. Emmett declared righteously, "This can't go on. If it continues, this nightmare will just become worse. There's only one way

out now?

Chris nodded gravely. "Alright, let's go with your plan. Emmett hit me. Don't hold back, alright? If this dream continues, it'll be more unbearable than death. The Mr. Chavez I know would treat a love rival this way. I can't accept this.

Even if it was just a dream, Chris couldn't bear the idea of the Jeremiah he knew acting like this now. It didn't make sense to

him.

Emmett patted Chris on the shoulder and consoled, "Chris, dont worry. I feel the same way. I promise to make it hurt."

Chris lip twitched as he warned, "Just one punch, and no using ancient combat power. And make sure not to bring in any personal grudges.

Emmett nodded. "Don't worry. Only someone like Frankie would do something like that. I'm definitely better than that. Just

trust me.

punch carried a tremendous force, and even though he didn't use ancient combat power, it was

white chess piece, listening to their nonsensical chatter. With a strained expression, he agreed in a serious tone, "Yvette was right. These two subordinates of yours are beyond saving. It

she delightedly opened another bag of chips. Their sitcom-like antics were much more entertaining

spacks whenever he visited the grocery store, just so Yvette would always have something to eat at

and Emmett's actions to become more outrageous as time went on, but he decided he really needed

threw a punch right at Chris' chest, and Chris didn't dodge; he just reeled backward from the force of the hit. As he regained his balance, the first thing Chris did wasn't to

look at where Jeremiah, Yvette, and Demetrius were seated. 'Oh no, the nightmare isn't

it was Chris' turn to punch Emmett, Emmett stepped away gravely, looking composed and with no trace of the confusion or disbelief from

"Mr. Chavez and Yvette, is this our guest? I'll go make some coffee then." 10:17

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timt hejd been fooled. So I was the only it here? Emmett had figured out earlier that this wasn' dream and

me le was whining, which was a side of Chris

"At first, I thought it was a dream too. But how could Mr. Chavez and Yvette in this dream be

by twisting the truth to make money. The guy in the

after seeing how unusually close Yvette was to Demetrius. Chris, already feeling

piece on the board, finalizing the outcome of the game. Jeremiah won, while

Chris, his eyes glinting coldly as he instructed, "Next year, both of you go to

head started to spin. Remembering the fear of being overpowered by the local women there earlier this year, he was truly terrified." Emmen couldn't do anything as they were ordinary locals, which

as it was always Emmett that those local ladies swarmed over wanting, not

stopped and looked at Yvette. "Yvette, maybe you should just send me to a psychiatric hospital. Compared to Afria, Emmett preferred the

have connections there. So don't worry, they'll take care of you." Yvette spoke so earnestly that it seemed like the moment Emmett agreed, she'd send him off immediately. Emmett felt a chill run down his spine after hearing that Yvette's ruthless words had stabbed right into

I was just kidding!