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

Chapter 647

The two men were just about to untie Thiago when their vision blurred. Suddenly, the Thiago before them transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman, utterly naked and irresistibly alluring.

In an instant, the two men lost their minds and pounced on Thiago like maniacs. Screams of agony echoed, each one louder than the last until there was no sound left at all.

In Room 504, Savannah poured herself a glass of red wine at the bar counter. When she turned around, the previously unconscious Jeremiah, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

By the time Savannah returned to the bed with her wine, Jeremiah had already gotten up and was sitting on the couch. The sight of him, expressionless and calm, caused Savannah to drop her wine glass in fright, shattering it on the floor. "You? H-How did you-" Savannah stammered, but she quickly regained her composure and switched her tone.

"You're awake. Sir, you passed out from drinking too much, and I happened to come across you. I brought you back to my room to rest," she explained.

She clasped her hands tightly and stared at Jeremiah, cursing Thiago in her mind, 'What on earth is in that drug? He looks perfectly fine. There's no sign of it working at all. Something must have gone wrong!

Jeremiah did not spare her a second glance. His voice was icy as frost, and his handsome face showed no hint of emotion. "You ran into me in the men's restroom? So you're a man."

Savannah froze, then realized the implication behind his words he accused her of intruding in the men's restroom. 'How could he say such a thing about me?' she thought. Tears welled up in Savannah's eyes, and she appeared to have endured a great injustice.

She said, "Sir, how can you say that about me? I really came across you by chance. I swear I have no ill intentions. Why must you speak so hurtfully? What have I done wrong?

"Is it because I'm Ybaullan and you're Clusian? Please don't look at me with such prejudice."

Savannah gazed longingly at Jeremiah, captivated by his breathtakingly handsome face and magnetic presence. He was, without a doubt, the most attractive and extraordinary man she had ever seen. However, Jeremiah only glanced at her tear-streaked face with growing impatience. He lowered his eyes and checked his watch, wondering, 'Why hasn't Yvette shown up yet? Is she having too much fun?' Savannah regained confidence when she saw that he hadn't spoken but hadn't left either. 'He must be willing to give me a chance,' she thought.

She said timidly, "Sir, you must be feeling dizzy from the alcohol. Let me pour you a glass of water."

for his response, she turned to the bar counter and brought him a glass of water,

he walked straight to the door. His next words, spoken in an even colder and harsher tone, pierced the air like frost.

standing by the door, completely ignoring her. Her face was

you at first sight, but I can't control my

my heart. I know

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at me my figure, my appearance. I'm exceptional. I truly like you.

not spare her a glance. His icy, indifferent tone cut through

her teeth and deliberately let one shoulder of her robe slide down. In the next instant, she threw herself at

still reject me after I

he kicked her hard in the stomach, sending

to react so violently. Stunned, she crashed to the floor with a loud

glaring

the punishment. I don't need to please you anymore. Tonight, I'll make you mine! You are now in Ybaulla. The power of the Leahy family is far beyond your reach!" It was the first time Savannah had been kicked by a man, and she fell hard to the ground. Despite the humiliation and pain, Savannah vowed to make him suffer for

remained impassive, his

Frustrated and seething, she yelled toward the door,

there was

to look at the slightly loosened door handle and finally let a small, mocking smile tug at his lips. His previously emotionless eyes flickered with amusement. The door swung open. Savannah, lying on the floor, saw the door open

her face turned even more terrified as she looked at the person standing in the doorway. Savannah's complexion instantly went

in the doorway, her hands in her pockets, next to a man who

glanced casually around the room before turning her gaze away. With her delicately arched eyebrows, her stunningly beautiful face carried a hint of arrogance, complemented by her icy cold

a low, icy voice, almost devoid of warmth, she spoke slowly, "Your men