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? Yvette is going to the presidential palace? I pride myself on being the calmest

Don't tell me she knows Mysonna's president Emmett hesitated, to

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

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.

private manor within the presidential palace. Before

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

distance, Emmett could see dozens of guards at the gates,

had given explicit orders for the vehicle to pass without restriction. 10:10 Sat

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a hundred surveillance cameras along the way, not to mention the drones patrolling the area from above.

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.

her long legs moving gracefully. Emmett quickly followed, wondering, What is she doing

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

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

Cyrus' first assistant, Dylan, stepped forward. His posture was formal, and his tone was

surgery, Dylan was well aware of Yvette's status. He would rather offend Hades than

he had been of Demetrius. As Emmett stood next to Yvette. he

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

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

they turned a corner, a bright, cheerful voice suddenly called out