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."

drinks on the table and stepped back but did not

cold sweat on his forehead and

again? I

to plot against Jeremiah before? Chris,

head, Chris

hey died."

against Jeremiah probably met a

with his arm draped over Yvette's shoulders, gave the nervous waiter a sidelong glance. He asked, "What do you think happens to someone who tries to mess with both Jeremiah and Yve at

the dumbest way to die. There are a

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word of it, reached the waiter's ears, is back was drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling

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

second, Jeremiah, equally calm, picked up the wine, his gaze

exchanged glances. If they could even tell the waiter was acting suspiciously,

her eyes. It had been a long time

knew something was wrong with the drinks and still downed them like it was

needed was confirmation that they drank it, and his task was done.

and looked back at the booth seating some distance away. Then, he fled the scene without looking

to Chris and ordered, "Go. Keep

nodded and immediately moved through the crowded dance floor, heading in the direction

Jeremiah and Yvette clearly had a

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 think highly of us." Jeremiah

'Seriously? Since when did Jeremiah get this