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

Chapter 611

When Yvette heard Demetrius' name, her gaze flickered briefly. The subtle reaction was enough to bolster Leilani and Amanda's faltering confidence. To them, it was proof that Yvette feared him.

Leilani's certainty grew with every moment of Yvette's silence, convincing her she had the upper hand. It didn't matter to Leilani how influential or untouchable Yvette might seem-one thing was clear to her-Yvette feared Demetrius.

Desperate to assert her authority, Leilani shed every ounce of her socialite composure in a desperate attempt to assert dominance. "I don't care if you're a guest of the presidential palace," she barked. "You'd better apologize. Do you even realize how important Mr. Becker is?"

Her voice grew louder, more forceful. "You don't want to cross me, trust me. I'm giving you a way out-kneel down, apologize, and let me slap you. If you do, I'll forget this ever happened. I won't even tell Mr. Becker about what you've done."

Though Leilani was headstrong, she knew Alice's involvement complicated the situation. If Demetrius found out, there was no guarantee he'd take her side. However, the idea of being slapped without retaliation enraged her. Unable to confront Alice, she decided to vent her anger on Yvette instead.

Malice glinted in her eyes as she silently vowed to scratch Yvette's face with her sharp nails during the slap. The thought filled her with twisted satisfaction. She would turn her humiliation into retribution, consequences be damned. Yvette lowered her gaze briefly. When she looked up, her eyes sparkled with playful mischief, and a sly smile curved on her lips. She casually glanced at Leilani and Amanda before calmly asking, "You're Demetrius' fiancée?" Leilani knew that she wasn't technically his fiancée, but her family and the presidential palace were in the midst of discussing a marriage alliance. She believed Demetrius would agree to it eventually. It was only a matter of time. Even if she said yes, there was no one else around to contradict her. With that thought, Leilani nodded with unwavering conviction. "That's right, I'm Mr. Becker's fiancée," she declared.

Amanda was startled by Leilani's bold claim. She glanced nervously between Leilani and Yvette, unsure of how this would unfold. Meanwhile, Yvette tilted her head slightly, studying Leilani's smug expression. Without a word, she retrieved her phone and dialed an unmarked number.

Leilani, still sprawled on the floor, watched Yvette with growing confusion. A wave of unease swept over her. True enough, when the call connected, Demetrius' familiar voice rang out.

What's the occasion?" His tone hinted

Yvette's gaze

as she asked calmly, "Is Leilani your fiancée?" Her words were unhurried, her voice steady, but her

Yvette, stop joking. When have I ever had a fiancée? And who would even dare pretend to be my fiancée? Where are you? We need to talk." Yvette answered calmly,

she ended the call. Demetrius stared at his phone, baffled. Although she'd promised to check on Cyrus, Demetrius wasn't expecting her to drop by so soon. 'Uncle Cyrus must've sent me away he thought. Demetrius' expression darkened as he ordered his secretary to prepare a car to take him back to the presidential

pocket Leilani's confidence wavered

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her tone calm and casual, but her smirk, which didn't quite reach her eyes, hinted at something

a blow, leaving both of them visibly shaken. Leilani's eyes widened in disbelief, and she refused to believe Yvette had Demetrius' private number. According to Cyrus, only a handful of people-trusted individuals-had access to Demetrius' private number. 'How could she have it?' Leilani thought, trying to convince herself that

Becker's number! And even if you did, how could he not know me? If you're going

any

attention.

a word, she reached down, grabbed Leilani, and hoisted her to her feet. "Shut up," she said coldly, her