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."

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

and Bruce also gave the waiter a casual glance, noting the cold sweat on his forehead and his tightly drawn

again? I can't

to plot against

head,

hey died."

in casually. "Anyone plotting against Jeremiah probably met a miserable end. And those who dared offend Yve? Their outcomes must've

happens to someone who tries to

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

exquisite features were shrouded in shadow, her eyes tranquil like

picked up the wine, his gaze

could even tell the waiter was acting suspiciously, there was no way Jeremiah and Yvette would not

her eyes. It had been a long time since anyone dared to use such a low difficulty trick on her. Jeremiah had similarly glanced at the wine before noticing Yvette drink the juice. Without hesitation, he followed suit, downing

out. They could not believe Yvette and Jeremiah knew something was wrong with the drinks and still downed them like it was nothing. 'What kind of move was that?' they

all he needed was confirmation that they drank it, and his task was done. The money would

and looked back at the booth seating some distance away. Then, he fled

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

and immediately moved through the crowded dance floor,

exchanged a knowing look. Jeremiah and Yvette clearly had a plan. 'Still,

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 think highly

spat it out. 'Seriously? Since when did Jeremiah get this