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."

the man's face, his jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth. Realizing he had pushed too far, he muttered, "How

crowd, visibly unsettled by Yvette's calm intensity, grew quiet. Within moments, they dispersed, leaving the girls stunned as they could not

rolling toward

no longer curious, turned their attention elsewhere and

casual. "My bad, just an accident. It's a high-difficulty ice track. Stuff like that

own medicine,

bun said. "And I'm sure you didn't mean to knock us with your snow tube.

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snow tube but simply thought he was defending his girlfriend. 'Anyway, it's all his girlfriend's fault,' they thought. 'A small bump is nothing, right? A man like him shouldn't

other woman looked equally lovestruck as she gazed

icily sharp as he said, "Oh,

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

but Yvette's grip was ironclad. The girl's chin reddened from

fear, "W-What are you

piercing eyes half-lidded as a subtle sly smile curled at the corners of her

the girl, Yvette said slowly, "Such petty tricks. Didn't I promise I'd show you

teeth, her voice faltering. "I-I don't get it! Stop accusing

as she curled up in fear, trying to stay out of Yvette's line of sight. She was certain she would be next. Meanwhile, Jeremiah casually pulled out his phone, tapping out a quick text before standing

girl's cheek as she said

shock as Yvette effortlessly scooped her up in a single motion

happening, she was flung into the snow tube with

forehead as she slumped in the snow tube, her body frozen

thought Yvette was leaving her be,