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

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When Yvette's gaze fell on Jeremiah, his body briefly tensed up and he sighed in resignation. He picked up a small basket from the table and began collecting fees, one table at a time, golf from left to right.

His tall, striking figure stood out remarkably in the crowd. He had a regal air that clashed with the pocket change in his hands.

On stage. Emmett, Chris, and Frankie stared at Jeremiah in disbelief. They wondered if he lost all his principles after meeting Yvette.

They thought, Love-struck men are scary, but men without principles are even worse:

Yvette nodded in satisfaction at Jeremiah's sensible behavior.

Before Emmett and the others could fully process their pity for Jeremiah and recover from their shock, what Yvette said the next moment completely floored them.

With a mischievous smile on her lips, Yvette declared, "Today, my buddies will perform the 'Four Little Swans for everyone. Let's give them a round of applause."

Meanwhile, Jeremiah had just finished collecting the money and was about to walk back when he heard those words. He paused momentarily then casually walked to the couch and sat down.

The room erupted in cheers and applause, and everyone focused on the stage. But, this time, Yvette wasn't the center of attention. It was Emmett, Chris, Frankie, and Bruno.

With all eyes on them, Emmett and the rest stood with their hands stiff. Chris took a deep breath and said, "Who are the four little swans?" His voice was calm, but his twitching face betrayed his nerves. With a grim expression, Frankie pointed a finger and said incredulously, "One, two, three, four. If my guess is right, that's the four of us."

A look of panic appeared on Emmett's face for the first time, and he didn't even want to speak at all.

around furtively. The

look at me," he said. "We'll have to do as she says. Yvette's like a nuclear don't dance, you'll

weapon

she's drunk. Trust

keep a decent reputation for my future in Spaunia. I won't look good

but you've reached your all-time low. Are you sure you can still make it in the pirate business? Maybe it's time to consider a career

as pitifully as me? Oh, never mind. My life's more important. Complaining won't help. The terror from four years ago

saw Yvette sitting at the piano and gazing at them with penetrating eyes while wearing a faint, ambiguous smile. They instantly spun back

a hastily found simple mask backstage, reluctantly struck his pose and stood on tiptoe alongside the equally resigned

sat at the piano, raising an eyebrow and tapping her tor of the floor. She announced through the microphone, Let's welcome the four lovely

the couch, Jeremiah sighed, his defined features

swans"

gently placed her hands on the piano keys; and, the

a spring, gently cascading

moved expertly, producing music that resembled a butterfly poised to soar. In that instant, all

the world were insignificant at that moment. Jeremiah's gaze

and lazy charm; his gaze was intense and his brows slightly furrowed Meanwhile the crowd in the bar

routine on stage. Frankie. however, stood out for his lively expression and the energy he put into his

definitely reward me if I dance well. Since I'm already doing this, I might as well

was both harmonious and somewhat amusing. Their facial expressions were especially entertaining. Finally, after fifteen minutes, Yvette stopped playing, and the music came to an

applauded enthusiastically. None of them expected

applause just kept

"Who would've thought our dance would