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?"

the presidential palace? I pride myself on

she knows Mysonna's president Emmett hesitated, to guess further and

not understanding why he was reacting

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 a tourist spot, Emmett thought,

focus on the road, still trying to process everything, while Yvette stared absentmindedly out the window. The scenery flashed by until she got bored

the private manor within the presidential palace. Before Cyrus became

in was built after he took office, using the world's most advanced and secure

could see dozens of guards at the gates, with patrols constantly

had given explicit orders for the vehicle to pass without restriction.

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more serious as 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.

and glanced at the imposing guards on duty. He was taken aback, wondering. Is Yvette walking into a trap? Why such an elaborate setup? Even without asking, he 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

Emmett quickly followed, wondering, What is

her usual simple black tracksuit, her ponytail swaying with

with a calm confidence that made Emmett twitch. If anyone could turn the Presidential Palace into

formal, and his tone was respectful. He greeted her with a slight bow.

the legendary surgery, Dylan was well aware of Yvette's status. He would rather offend Hades than upset her. Yvette's temper

even more cautious and respectful of her than he had been of Demetrius. As Emmett stood next to Yvette.

Is he afraid of her? What's going on? Did she beat him up, too?

them, acting casually as he mentally mapped out the route. Without Yvette, his identity as a Clusia military officer would never 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. She moved as if the heavily secured presidential palace was just another park for her to

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