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..

sight, thanks to Yvette. Yvette's was impassive, and her impatience in her gaze was evident to everyone. As for who it was directed at, even the simple-minded Alice was aware. Yvette looked at Cyrus and said flatly, "Give me your

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

all, she was the one who had saved him. If anyone else had behaved

over the room as Yvette's defined fingers traced Cyrus pulse. Two minutes later, she withdrew her hand and asked casually, "Have you been taking the traditional

and replied, "I've been very diligent about taking the traditional medicine you prescribed. You explained that traditional medicine works gradually, so I've made it a point to take it every day, no matter how hectic

medicine before Yvete arrived. Years of consuming traditional medicine had infused his very being with the

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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

only found some literature and existing traditional medicine formulae

profound. He even sent people to Clusia to recruit experts in traditional medicine, but after a

the craft were elderly. However, there were hardly any young practitioners. 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

not retain Yvette, so he would have to settle for someone else who

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

raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Continue taking it. You

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

on her exquisitely beautiful face, Yvette casually crossed her legs. She treated everyone this way, Her words were

couldn't get enough and wanted to take the medicine three times

a beat. Yvette's words hit the mark, and he had nothing to refute her statement with. Mumbling, he replied. "It

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

he'd discovered a priceless treasure, and wished that he could take the traditional medicine several times a day. With the presidential election occurring every five years,