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..

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,

at the mention of Yvette taking his pulse, he immediately extended his hand. With his

had saved him. If anyone else had behaved this way before him, they would've ended up

later, she

that traditional medicine works gradually, so I've made it

of consuming traditional medicine had infused his very being with the distinctive scent of traditional medicine. Cyrus was used to the hushed

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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 Yvette's formulas, a secret he guarded closely. The lab was

and existing traditional medicine formulae to study, none of

had to admit that traditional medicine was indeed extensive and profound. He even sent people to Clusia to recruit experts in traditional medicine, but after a whole year, he still had not found any good

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,

have to settle for someone

Yvette looking at him Yvette had a reputation for

raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Continue taking it. You won't require another

at Yvette, he then said, "Yvette, can you give me a different prescription? This one tastes so bitter that it's almost unbearable. If I keep taking it, I might save my life, but I'll probably lose my sense of taste." Cyrus felt as if

treated everyone this way, Her words were as sharp as a knife as she

wanted to take the medicine three times a day.

to refute her statement with. Mumbling, he replied. "It was different back then. I'd just had surgery. I needed to build up my

confidence. He had been so weak that he couldn't leave his bed, but Yvette's prescription worked. wonders, making him feel strong enough to leave bed within a single hour of taking

several times a day. With the presidential election occurring every five years, he was scrambling