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..

uncomfortable. It seemed Yvette 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 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

taking his pulse, he

anyone else had behaved this way before him,

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

very diligent about taking the traditional medicine you prescribed. You explained that traditional medicine

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

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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

researchers only found some literature and existing traditional medicine formulae to

He even sent people to Clusia to recruit experts in traditional medicine, but after a whole year, he still had not found any good

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

would have to

at him Yvette had a reputation for her biting remarks and her

an eyebrow and said coldly, "Continue taking

unbearable. If I keep taking it, I might save my life, but I'll probably lose my sense of taste." Cyrus felt as if he had been

legs. She treated everyone this way, Her

get enough and wanted to take the medicine three times a day. Now you're

words hit the mark, and he had nothing to refute her statement with. Mumbling, he replied. "It was

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

felt like 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, he was scrambling to win votes for