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

Secrets Of MrS 605

Chapter 605

After the male assistant left, Cyrus glanced at Emmett sharply, clearly signaling his intent for Emmett to leave. However, Emmett was unfazed by Cyrus' unkind gaze and pretended not to see it. Until Yvette said otherwise, he was staying put. Emmett's impassiveness maile Cyrus even more annoyed. I reckon Yvette's associates share a similar attitude to her, he thought.

Yvette crossed her legs and arched a brow. Her gaze, as cold as ice. locked onto Cyrus as she nonchalantly said, "Since when do you get to boss around my subordinates?"

Emmett was touched beyond words when Yvette spoke up for him. Yvette was one tough cookie. Who else could tolerate that temper?

As soon as Yvette spoke, Cyrus' expression darkened visibly. But he needed something from her, so he bit his tongue and suppressed his anger. He vowed to find a way to bring her down and prove that some people weren't meant to be trifled with Cyrus said in a deep voice, Yvette, this concerns my health and my standing. It's not something just anyone can know. You should understand. Since he's someone you trust, let him stay."

Cyrus paused and added, "But if I hear a single whisper about my condition, even if he's your subordinate, don't blame me for being ruthless"

Yvené shot to her feet at Cyrus' words, her expression turning cold. It was obvious she was ready to walk out.

Cyrus, who had merely sought to regain his dignity, was caught off guard. He was puzzled as to why she would leave before even treating him

Cyrus stopped trying to play it cool. He quickly stood up and tried to smooth things over. "Yvette, what I mean is, I believe that your subordinate won't go around spreading rumors. Don't misunderstand me."

A wicked sinile played on Yvette's lips as she pursed her lips and flicked an imaginary speck of dust off her clothes. She then

sat down once more..

had really rubbed him the wrong way. To have the privilege of seeing the President of the Mysonna squirm in humiliation like this was quite a sight, thanks to Yvette. Yvette's was impassive, and her impatience in her gaze was

was so angry that he was on the verge of exploding, but at the mention of Yvette taking his pulse, he immediately extended his hand. With his life

If anyone else had behaved this

the room as Yvette's defined fingers traced Cyrus pulse. Two minutes later, she withdrew her hand

traditional medicine works gradually, so I've made it a point to take it every

of traditional medicine before Yvete arrived. Years of consuming traditional medicine had infused his very being with the distinctive scent of traditional medicine. Cyrus was used to the hushed comments at formal gatherings about the

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on traditional medicine to stay alive. If word got out that he was only alive thanks to Clusian medicine and its remedies, it would undermine the prestige of Mysonna's modem medicine. He'd quietly funded a research institute dedicated to Clusian traditional medicine based on

some literature and existing traditional medicine formulae to study,

extensive and profound. He even sent people to Clusia to recruit experts in traditional medicine, but after a whole year, he still had

It was puzzling to Cyrus why the Clusians weren't doing more to promote traditional medicine. Yet, he refused to believe that Yvette was the only young person in the world who was an expert in traditional medicine. He was sure he could find a suitable candidate. If he could, he'd pay

Yvette, so he would have to settle for someone else

to his senses when he saw Yvette looking at him Yvette had a reputation for her biting remarks and her ability to see straight

and said coldly, "Continue taking it. You won't require another prescription for two

save my life, but I'll probably lose my sense of taste." Cyrus felt as if he had been greatly wronged. If the medicine had not been working, he would have thought Yvette was deliberately making his life

face, Yvette casually crossed her legs. She treated everyone this way, Her words were as sharp as a knife as she taunted

the medicine three times a day. Now you're complaining

Yvette's words hit the mark, and he had nothing to refute her statement with. Mumbling, he replied. "It was different back then. I'd just had surgery. I

bed, but Yvette's prescription worked.

and wished that he could take the traditional medicine several times a day. With the