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.

sounded surprised. "You never call me first. What's the occasion?" His tone

Yvette's gaze

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

wheelchair. "Who? Who the hell is Leilani? 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, "The presidential

Demetrius wasn't expecting her to drop

Leilani's confidence wavered as she stammered, "W-Who

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which didn't quite reach

private number. According to

shaken. Furious, Leilani snapped, "You Clusian fraud! Stop lying. There's no way you have Mr. Becker's number! And even if you did, how could he not know me? If you're going to bluff, at least make it believable!" Amanda's unease grew. She knew full well that Leilani had barely spoken to Demetrius as

any

attention.

down, grabbed Leilani, and hoisted