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

Chapter 641

Frankie stepped off his snowboard, casting a glance at the two disheveled women, Judy and Mirana, in the snow tube. With a curious smirk, he asked, "Yvette, Mr. Chavez, what kind of trouble have these two gotten themselves into this time?" Jeremiah, his face impassive, responded in a firm, commanding one, "Take them to the starting point. Let them see what real excitement feels like."

The two women fell silent at his words, their eyes widening in fer as tears began to stream down their faces. Any trace of their earlier smugness had vanished, replaced by pure dread.

Chris and Frankie instantly caught on. The former gave Jeremial a confident nod, his tone steady as he said, "Don't worry, Mr. Chavez. We'll make sure they get the full experience."

Frankie wasted no time. Grabbing the rope of the snow tube, he dashed a cheeky grin and leaned down toward the women. "Don't worry!" he quipped. "By the time we're done, you two are going to love skiing."

His words, far from reassuring, only made Judy and Mirana tremble harder, their terror written all over their faces.

Ten minutes later, a snow tube was careening wildly down the high-difficulty ski track. It zigzagged erratically, the screams of the two women inside piercing the cold air as it echoed across the entire ski area. For a full hour, their terror resonated before finally giving way to silence.

Frankie glanced at the two unconscious figures slumped in the snow tube, then casually grabbed the rope and dragged it back to where Jeremiah and Yvette stood waiting. He gestured toward them, stating blandly, "Yvette, Mr. Chavez, looks like they've passed out." Yvette barely moved, her flawless features devoid of emotion as she slowly opened her eyes. Without so much as a glance at the unconscious women, she murmured calmly, "Two minutes.

Jeremiah glanced at the sleek, limited-edition watch on his wrist. "Yeah, almost."

Frankie and Chris exchanged puzzled glances. 'Two minutes? Why was Yvette timing this?' they wondered. Just then, a woman's voice shouted from a distance, "Judy! Mirana! Where are you?" They turned to see a woman in a bright pink ski suit sprinting toward them. Frankie and Chris glanced back at Jeremiah and Yvette, but neither of their expressions shifted. Their calm, unreadable faces betrayed no hint of surprise at the woman's approach.

But her expression shifted again when she saw the two unconscious figures in the snow tube. Her face paled, genuine

distance, but now that she was up close, the severity of Judy and Mirana's condition hit

over Savannah, but she quickly masked it. Covering her mouth in mock disbelief, she pointed a trembling finger at the snow tube. "H-How could you

gaze held a cold glimmer, and the hint of ruthlessness

did we do?

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darkened, her eyes darting uneasily as her finger curled beneath her ski jacket. Yvette's sharp words left her

impossible. She had been careful, keeping her distance in the massive ski area, certain no one could

location.

eyes as she firmly referted, "Miss, you're really crossing a line. I know Clusians aren't particularly warm to Ybaullans, but you can't just accuse me like that. I just got here and found

with a tearful wobble, her shaky stance making her look as though

Savannah softened her voice further. "Mr. Chavez, your girlfriend is in the wrong here. She hurt my friends. Please, help me get them to a hospital before it's too late, or there will be legal consequences. Frankie and Chris immediately understood what she was trying to do. Savannah's focus wasn't on justice-it was on Jeremiah. She was boldly vying for his attention, as

realized how risky her strategy was. Manipulation wasn't for the faint of heart, and Savannah lacked the skill to play

met his eyes with her own, dark and luminous,

presence bearing down on Savannah like a weight. His voice was cold, sharp as ice. "Talk about legal

side. Taking her hand in his, he murmured, "Let's go." Yvette nodded gracefully, her serene demeanor