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?"

Yvette is going to the presidential palace? I

going on? Does she actually know someone there? Don't tell me she knows Mysonna's president Emmett hesitated, to guess further

why he was reacting so intensely. "What's the big deal? It's just the presidential

How could she act like it's no big deal? If I didnt know better, I'd think we were on

ride was silent. Emmett kept his focus on the road, still trying to process everything, while Yvette stared absentmindedly out the window. The scenery flashed by until she

palace. Before Cyrus became the president of Mysonna, he had already been a

after he took office, using the world's most advanced and secure materials,

Emmett could see dozens of guards

were waved through without delay-Cyrus had given explicit orders for the vehicle to pass without restriction. 10:10 Sat Dec

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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

the engine 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

quickly followed, wondering, What

composed as ever in her usual simple black tracksuit, her ponytail

pockets, she entered with a calm confidence that made Emmett twitch. If

tone was respectful. He greeted her with a slight

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

had been of Demetrius. As Emmett stood next to Yvette. he couldn't help but glance at

Is he afraid of her? What's going on? Did she beat him up, too? No way, that's

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.

corner, a bright, cheerful voice suddenly called out from a