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

Secrets Of MrS 603

Chapter 603

Jeremiah nodded and placed the orange pudding in front of Yvine, not giving Emmett or Chris a second glance. In a sofi voice he said. "You eat first. I'll go change."

As Jeremiali spoke, Emmett and Chris finally noticed the streaks of white flour smudged across Jeremiah's black pants. One of them thought, Looks like Mr. Chavez's my sophobia doesn't apply to Yvette Wette glanced at the orange pudding, slightly smiling. She raised her eyebrows and replied, "Okay. I'm going out this

aftemoon. Want to come with me!"

Jeremiah hesitated for a moment before smiling and said, "No, I've got some work to handle remotely at the military district. Let Emmett drive you"

Wette nodded and said, "Okay"

Emmett froze momentarily upon hearing his name, then quickly straightened and gave a nod "Got it," he said.

That afternoon, Emmett picked out a plain black Jeep from the garage and drove out. Yvette was sitting in the back seat, leaning against the door with her eyes closed as if planning to take a quick nap.

Emmett kept his eyes on the navigation screen as they drove, but the destination felt strangely familiar like something was nagging at him until he finally spoke up.

Yvette, he asked cautiously. "This address looks familiar. Where are we going?"

Yvette opened her eyes just enough to glance at him, her brows slightly raised. Her voice was calm as she replied. "The presidential palace."

Emmett started to speak, "Oh, no wonder it felt so familiar. It's the president-Then he froze, completely stunned. "Holy crap' The presidential palace?"

presidential palace? Yvette is going to the presidential palace? I pride myself

she actually know someone there? Don't tell me she knows Mysonna's president Emmett hesitated,

was reacting so intensely. "What's

What am I supposed to say to that? How could she act like it's no big deal? If I didnt know better, I'd think we were on our way to

while Yvette stared absentmindedly out the window. The scenery flashed by

at the private manor within the presidential palace. Before Cyrus became the

he now lived in was built after he took office, using the world's most

guards

notified. They were waved through without delay-Cyrus had given

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the car approached the gates. He had counted at least a hundred surveillance cameras along the way, not to mention the drones patrolling the area from above. The level of security at the presidential palace is insane. What the president

knew exactly who Yvette was there to roet. No one but Cyrus, the president of Mysonna, could command such a fortress-like security. 'So she does know the president, he thought. For a brief, doubtful moment, Emmett considered asking Yvette if she knew any aliens. However, he calmed his voice and informed her. "Yvette, we have arrived at the presidential palace entrance, Yvette slowly opened her eyes, still groggy from her nap. She glanced at the guards, unperturbed. "Okay," she said coldly before opening the

stepped out, her long legs moving gracefully. Emmett quickly

her usual simple black tracksuit, her

her hands in her pockets, she entered with a calm confidence that made Emmett twitch. If anyone could turn the Presidential Palace into a

forward. His posture was formal, and his tone was

few to witness the legendary surgery, Dylan was well aware of Yvette's status. He would rather offend Hades

had been of Demetrius. As Emmett stood next

of her? What's going on? Did she beat him

have gotten him past the gates. Dylan led the way in silence, not even glancing back. Yvette followed leisurely, her head slightly lowered, her flawless face unreadable.

they turned a corner, a bright, cheerful voice suddenly called out from a distance. "Yvette! Yvette! You're