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

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Emmett glanced at the red invitation card on the table and mus, No wonder Bruno looks sullen. This ex-girlfriend almost got him killed'

Chris frowned. "I don't think this wedding invitation was sent with good intentions. It's better not to attend it."

Bruno was momentarily silent before he shook his head. His expression was serious as he protested, "No way! Everyone knows that sly dog Orlando had invited me to his wedding. If I don't attend it, wouldn't my reputation get tarnished? Does he think I'm scared of him?" Bruno's expression was ruthless as he lit a cigarette.

Emmett suggested, "Why don't you talk to Yvette about this and see what she thinks?"

Bruno paused momentarily and looked at Emmell before he picked up the invitation on the table and replied, "Alright. I'll discuss this with Yvette and see what she says. I'll do whatever she advises." After saying that, he hurried out. Emmett and Chris exchanged glances and followed him.

In the living room. Yvette had just turned on the TV, planning to continue watching the blind date show from this morning. She was about to open a bag of chips when Bruno rushed in from outside. "Yvette! Glad you're not in your room. I need your advice," he blurted. He looked around the living room and questioned. "Is Mr. Chavez not here?"

Yvette raised an eyebrow, glanced upstairs, and drawled, "He's on the phone." Then she glanced at Bruno again. Her voice was characteristically languid as she asked, "Do you need something?" Bruno nodded seriously, as Emmett and Chris entered the living room. "Hey, Yvette!" they greeted.

Yvette nodded, figuring that they must have been together before coming over. She raised an eyebrow and ordered succinctly, "Start talking

Bruno put the invitation card on the table. Yvette set down the chips and picked the card up, her gaze indifferent as she went through the details.

She narrowed her eyes and her expression turned cold and distant as she probed in an indifferent voice, "Your first love that betrayed you is getting married?"

Bruno nodded, leaned over, and took a sip of water from his glass before answering, "Yeah. It's the woman who betrayed me four years ago. She's getting married, but that's not the point. Look at the groom's name!"

Yvette's exquisite face was expressionless as her hands rested on the couch's armrest, and she asked, "Who's Orlando?"

seems Yvette has forgotten.

eyebrows twitched as they looked in puzzlement at Yvette. I guess for

"Yvette, Orlando is the nephew of Bobby, the pirate you killed four years ago. Back then,

is just like Bobby, but times have changed. He doesn't dare to sell women openly now; instead,

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explanations, Vogtie finally remembered Bobby

couch and crossing her legs. She glanced at Bruno and smirked. "Your first girlfriend really has a thing

comment. Yvetje just went right for the jugular again. Her sharp tongue has only

I guess us common folks can't really keep up with her train of thoughts, sighed Bruno inwardly before replying, "Yvette, do you think I should Orlando's definitely up to no

not in a hurry to reply to Bruno. She seemed quite focused on

He could only sit there quietly, waiting- He couldn't understand why Yvette was so absorbed in these

men sat on the couch, accompanying Yvette as she watched the blind date

over. She rested her chin on her hand and drawled, "Since he's someone who slipped through

as if she were talking about

A phrase Yvette said four years ago still echoes in his mind. "Enemies are like weeds, ifyou don't pull them out by roots, they'll be a never-ending

had already guessed this much. After being with

bit.

my crew and

slyly, her demeanor both wicked and flamboyant. Then her expression changed to indifference as she narrowed her deep-set eyes and said nonchalantly. "No need for

surprise, and stammered. "Y-Yvette, are you saying you want to come with me?" Yvette gave a lazy, half-shut

you're coming with me,

clamped his mouth shut his

his nose, thinking, Bruno is wearing an expression that says he's