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

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The two girls exchanged uneasy glances, both decided to deny any malinent. The one with her hair tied in a tight bun spoke first; her voice was dripping with false sweetness, a deliberately high-pitched voice that grated the ears. "Miss, we didn't mean it! Honestly, we had no idea anyone would be snow tubing on this high-difficulty track. It's not the right place for it, but we certainly didn't intend to hit your tube," she rambled.

But beneath her apology was a silent accusation, her face subtly suggesting that it was Yvette's fault for using a snow tube on an ice track like this.

In reality, Jeremiah had been pulling the tube along the edge, far from the main ski path, so their actions had not interfered with any skiers.

By now, a small group of bystanders had gathered, each nodding in agreement with the girl's explanation. They couldn't help but think, 'She's right. Who'd bring a snow tube on a high-difficulty track?'

A man from the crowd spoke up. "She's got a point. Snow tubing on a track like this is pretty odd. It was just a minor bump, no one was seriously hurt. Miss, why not let it slide?"

"Right," another voice added. "No harm done, and these girls are apologizing politely. Maybe you and your boyfriend shouldn't be so confrontational."

A third voice echoed, "Just let it go. This kind of thing happens on the slopes. It wasn't intentional, anyway."

The onlookers chimed in, siding with the two girls. The two women exchanged a smug glance, clearly pleased by the support.

Jeremiah and Yvette stood shoulder to shoulder. Yvette's dark eyes scanned the crowd, stopping at the man who had spoken first. Her face was an unreadable mask, but her voice, when she spoke, was sharper than the winter air. "Do you think you're a saint?" she asked with biting sarcasm.

The man, taken aback, responded defensively, "What do you mean by that?"

Jeremiah smirked, already sensing what was coming. Yvette's gaze locked onto the man, her stare cold. The man fidgeted under the weight of her eyes, his resolve faltering.

Yvette's calmly insulted, "Pity your heart doesn't match your saintly title."

face, his jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth. Realizing he had pushed too far, he muttered,

dispersed, leaving the girls stunned as they could not believe their supporters had

his foot, sending rolling toward the girls. It struck their already sore legs, and

their attention

accident. It's a high-difficulty ice track. Stuff

two got a taste of their own medicine, and now the girls' expressions

didn't mean to

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remained flirtatious toward Jeremiah, the kind of look that spoke volumes. They did not really blame him for hurting them with the snow tube but simply thought he was defending his girlfriend. 'Anyway, it's all his girlfriend's fault,' they thought.

lovestruck as

icily sharp as he

of red, their mouths falling open in stunned silence. Yvette's gaze swept over them, her eyes gleaming with mischief and coldness as she observed their flustered reactions. She crouched and took hold of the girl's-the one with the bun-chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. The girl was too shocked to react

was ironclad. The girl's chin reddened from friction, and

stammered in fear, "W-What are you doing? L-Let go

slightly; her dark, piercing eyes half-lidded as a subtle sly smile curled

petty tricks. Didn't I promise I'd show you the ropes? Why

faltering. "I-I

of Yvette's line of sight. She was certain she would be next. Meanwhile, Jeremiah casually pulled out his phone, tapping out a

she said languidly "Don't get

in shock as Yvette effortlessly scooped her up in a single motion and hurled her several feet away effortlessly despite

could even process what was happening, she was flung into the snow tube with a sickening crunch, the source

sweat beading down her forehead as she slumped

behind her thought Yvette was leaving her be, but then Yvette stopped, her gaze turning back