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

Chapter 706

Jeremiah kept his composure, though his jaw tightened ever so slightly as he began, "Mr. Owens, we-"

Before he could finish, James tapped his cane on the floor, his gaze sweeping the room. A sneer tugged at his lips. His voice was calm but authoritative as he snapped, "What do you mean by 'we'?

"I told you to protect Yvette, and how did you do that? Who dared to lay a finger on her? Who dares to harm her? The Lynch family, the Zabala family-whoever thinks they can disrespect Yvette better scram. And who has the audacity to question Yvette? Through a meeting?

Well, here I am. If anyone dares, they'd better start with me, James Owens. If you want to arrest anyone, arrest me first!"

Everyone grasped the meaning behind James' oblique accusations. One by one, they lowered their heads.

'He's got it all wrong,' they thought. 'Who would even dare cross Yvette now? With her backing, both in wealth and power, who would be foolish enough to challenge her?'

No one expected James to not only recognize Yvette as his granddaughter but also make the trip to the First Military District to defend her. With his blatant favoritism, there was no mistaking his intentions.

In Clusia, James wasn't just a man of immense status and reputation-his former students had risen to positions of power. With that, no one would dare cross him.

Jeremiah was used to it. No matter how much Michael and he tried, they could never compete with the adoration James and Jase showed Yvette. It was the age-old tale of the stepchild stealing the limelight from the biological child.

Emmett stepped forward to explain, "Mr. Owens, the situation has been handled. Yelena staged the whole thing. She'll serve a ten-year sentence and has already been arrested."

James' expression softened slightly when he heard this. He had always known Yvette to be gentle, and she would never act out of anger without a cause.

His gaze shifted back to Yvette, his demeanor completely changing to one of warmth.

You've lost weight, Yvette. Is Jeremiah not providing enough? Are you not eating properly?" he asked.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Jeremiah's eyes as he mused, "There he goes again.

Yvette gave a subtle squint, her graceful features sharpening as she raised an eyebrow. "That's not it, Grandpa James," she said.

listen and shot Jeremiah another eye roll. Just like Jase, he drags someone into his

"No, you're too thin. You like milkshakes, right? The shop I set up for you

continued, "What else would you like? I'll have the kitchen start preparing. Just you and

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into silence. He really put it that way, huh?

How badly does Mr. Owens not care about him? What's with there not

to biology and food safety teams to ensure the milkshakes were all-natural, with

headache, and

limit to how much he can spoil Yvette, and turning a milkshake shop

eryone mused.

afraid we can't make it today.

always thinks he can

tantrum, tapping his cane against the floor twice as he shot an unpleasant

you coming with me for dinner or Jeremiah's? No matter what your choice is, I

grew soft,

no less from

Grandpa's already prepared the best food at home, and Mom's even made a dessert. But it's okay if you'd prefer to go to Mr. Owens'

solidified Yvette's central role in the Chavez family. Not only was Aurora always looking out for

position in the Chavez family

her lips. She raised

his gaze flicking toward Jeremiah. He thought, 'He's Jase's grandson, all right.

tables on me.'

both know each other's games. Let's not drag this out,' he uttered inwardly. Emmett stifled a grin, watching the two-one approaching 30, the other closing in on 90-battling with the same cunning. With all that accumulated age, one would think they would have outgrown

the banter continued, Jeremiah wondered, 'Isn't he exhausted? Why

and visit him tomorrow?"

Everyone watched in amusement as all eyes turned toward

coffee as he watched the scene unfold. James' question had put Yvette in an awkward spot. She 10:08

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