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.

silent, glancing around furtively. The other

as she says. Yvette's like a nuclear don't dance, you'll end up suffering

weapon

she's drunk. Trust me,

to keep a decent reputation for

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

My life's more important. Complaining won't help. The terror from four years ago is the last thing

a faint, ambiguous smile. They instantly spun

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

of the floor. She announced through the microphone, Let's welcome the four lovely swans Everyone started cheering again. The applause was

couch, Jeremiah sighed, his defined features

the four beautiful "white swans" just wanted to disappear

the piano keys; and, the next moment, a beautiful melody immediately

flowed like a spring, gently cascading The sound was

fingers moved expertly, producing music that resembled a butterfly poised to soar. In that instant, all the lights in the bar converged

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

long legs crossed, he exuded a relaxed and lazy charm; his gaze was intense and his brows slightly furrowed Meanwhile the

and executed a familiar yet unfamiliar routine on stage. Frankie. however, stood out for his lively expression and the energy he

dance well. Since I'm already doing this, I might as well forget my pride and do well. Maybe

were especially entertaining. Finally, after fifteen minutes, Yvette stopped playing, and the music came to an abrupt stop. Immediately, Emmett, Chris. Frankie, and Abadi stopped dancing- Dancing was truly more exhausting than fighting. They thanked the skies

of them expected to

applause just

the others, "Who would've thought our dance would be such a