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

Chapter 644

Frankie agreed without hesitation. "No problem, Yve. Let's have match when we get the chance. Just don't lose, alright?"

His grin was as bright as a blooming flower.

cry when you

Usually, Yvette crushed them in every aspect, but this time, he could finally turn the tables and dominate her in gaming. Just the thought of it made him feel ecstatic.

Yvette half-closed her eyes, her gaze clear. She leaned back lazily glancing at Frankie with indifference. 'Lose? Now that's an interesting prospect,' she thought.

Bruce and the others remained silent. Yvette took the initiative to challenge someone to a game and the outcome was genuinely unpredictable. Although Frankie was a skilled gamer, Yvette's talents were no less formidable.

Everyone knew just how terrifyingly gifted she was, making this match highly anticipated. Jeremiah smirked, thinking that once Frankie finished the game, he would probably start questioning his life.

While they were chatting, Savannah and Thiago were silently observing them in a nearby booth seating. Seeing Yvette and the others chatting and laughing made Savannah's expression darken, especially when Jeremiah personally fed Yvette a piece of watermelon. Savannah's face turned even more grim.

Thiago reassured her, "Don't worry. I've bribed the attendant here. In just a moment, you'll see that man and woman drink the wine and juice laced with aphrodisiacs. Tonight, you'll get what you want."

Savannah turned her head and gave Thiago an elegant but warning look. She said, "You'd better not mess this up again, or you know my temper."

Thiago nodded confidently and replied, "Relax. Just get ready for that man to be delivered to your room."

Meanwhile, Yvette and her group were still chatting when a plain looking waiter approached with a tray. The waiter hesitated at the sight of their imposing demeanor but steeled himself when he remembered the money he had been promised-enough to keep him from working for years.

Gritting his teeth, he walked over and said, "Sir, Madam, here's the wine and freshly squeezed orange juice you ordered. Please enjoy."

placed the drinks on the table and stepped back but did not leave, his hands trembling slightly, his

waiter before lowering his gaze again. Frankie and Bruce also gave the waiter a casual glance, noting the cold sweat on his forehead and his tightly drawn expression. Their

I can't

fools who tried to plot against Jeremiah

head,

hey died."

probably met a miserable end. And

nervous waiter a sidelong glance. He asked, "What do you think happens to someone who tries to mess with

to die. There

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the waiter's ears, is back was drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling as he wiped his forehead with a shaking hand. He did not dare look

hand. Her exquisite features were shrouded in shadow, her eyes tranquil like a deep pool.

picked up the

they could even tell the waiter was acting suspiciously, there was no

sniffed it briefly. The unfamiliar scent confirmed her suspicion within two seconds. A trace of amusement flickered in her eyes. It had been a long time since anyone dared

was wrong with the drinks and still downed

his instructions, all he needed was confirmation that they drank it,

turned and looked back at the booth seating some distance away. Then, he fled the scene without looking back as if wolves were

Jeremiah turned to Chris and ordered, "Go. Keep an eye on

the crowded dance floor, heading in the

Frankie exchanged a knowing look. Jeremiah and Yvette clearly had

her eyelids slightly, her cold gaze laced with nonchalance and a hint of playfulness. She smirked wickedly and said, "It's a potent aphrodisiac. Enough to arouse an elephant. They must

mid-sip of wine, almost spat it out. 'Seriously? Since when did Jeremiah get this shameless?'