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

Secrets Of MrS 601

Chapter 601

Demetrius wheeled himself around, his tone icy as he spoke. "Ule Cyrus, everyone has their limits, and if those limits are essed, there will be consequences. If you give up on recruiting vette, we can still be family" Cyrus froze, imally understanding his nephew's thoughts. It was the first time in years Demetrius had spoken so openly- and he realized that without Yvette, his nephew might never have opened up like this. Rather than reacting with anger, Cyrus chuckled. "So, being your mele means I can't recruit Yvette, and you being my nephew means the same. In other words, I'm not allowed near her, right?" Demetrius met Cyrus' gaze, his voice firm. "It's not that you're not allowed. It's that you simply can't."

Cyrus nearly choked on his water, thinking. He must have learned that from Yvette. Of all the things he could learn from her, he learned to be sharp-tongued: He either stays quiet or gets under my skin when he speaks

"All right, I get it. I'll give up on keeping Yvette around. But can we at least negotiate? I'm your uncle-you wouldn't want me kicking the bucket early, right?" he asked.

He added. Tve been relying on Yvette to monitor my health and using her traditional medicine prescription for years. Don't you think I deserve an upgrade? If not, can I at least get a different flavor?"

Cyrus put on a pitiful expression as he finished his sentence. The traditional medicine she had prescribed was far more unpleasant than anything modern medicine offered-thick, dark, and utterly unappetizing.

Every time he forced the concoction down, it left him battling nausea for what felt like ages. The experience was nothing. short of excruciating. He couldn't help but lament inwardly, "Why must I, the president of Mysonna, go through this?"

I don't dare stop the medication for fear of complications. All leant is for Yvette to re-diagnose my condition and prescribe something that doesn't taste so awful. Why is that so much to ask?'

Demetrius studied Cyrus' earnest expression and, sensing his sincerity, softened. "Prepare a 300 million dollar consultation fee, and I'll ask Yvette if she's willing"

Cyrus let out a chuckle, amused and exasperated. 'Demetrius, I'm your uncle. You really don't pull any punches when it comes to setting consultation fees on Yvette's behalf, do you?"

Demetrius pushed the door open, paused briefly, and raised an eyebrow as he responded. "Blood is thicker than water, but business is business."

As he left, Dylan knocked and stepped inside. Spotting Cyrus seated, he inquired respectfully, "Mr. Becker, should we withdraw the men monitoring Mr. Becker?"

abducting Demetrius and Alice to the slurs, are still out there. They

weary wave, Cyrus dismissed Dylan, who

at the mansion, Yvette and Jeremiah descended the stairs only to spot Emmett, Chris, and Frankie entering from outside, still clad in the same outfits as

the entire night in the training room, pushing themselves to their limits. While Emmett

training with

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Jeremiah, they imuned tely straightened up

the trio, her voice low and teasing as

spirits? Yvette sure has a knack for encouragement. We're miserable and drenched in

eyes lit up at her remark. The intense training from the previous night had pushed

seemed close to a breakthrough, as though he

but pain. It was as if fate had offered him a door to greatness, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the strength

hands in his pockets, adding

After that intense session yesterday, Emmett and I both felt like our blood vessels

committed. He didn't mind taking a beating as long as he could get stronger. Emmett shared his sentiment, gazing at Yvette intently. It would be great if Yvette could beat us up every day. I'm sure she's not beating us up for

verge of tears, he begged, "Those two are nuts! I don't have such thoughts! If

then at Frankie who had rushed

laced with amusement as her lips curled into

and mused. 'She's teasing

exercise, leaving Emmett and Chris exchanging puzzled glances, while Frankie stood there, looking on the