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.

for a moment, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Yvette, Jeremiah, and the others. But her expression shifted again when she saw the

of Judy and Mirana's condition hit her. Their faces were ghostly pale, and they looked lifeless as

tube. "H-How could you do this to them? What happened? This is cruel! How could you be so harsh on them?" Her tear-streaked face, full of emotion,

narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smile curling her lips. Her gaze held a

she replied, "What did we do? You already know, don't you? Or didn't you

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

her distance in the massive ski area, certain no

location.

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

her shaky stance making her look

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

lacked the skill to play such a dangerous game. Savannah kept her gaze fixed on Jeremiah, her eyes filled with a

Yvette. She met his eyes with her own, dark and luminous, and the

his commanding presence bearing down on Savannah like a weight. His voice was cold, sharp as ice. "Talk about legal liability with my girlfriend when

to Yvette's side. Taking