Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Yvette nodded, finding a comfortable position and raising her eyes without much expression. “Okay.”

Jeremiah was indeed surprised that the young woman volunteered to play. ‘Given her personality, she hates trouble the most. For her to take the initiative like this, it’s quite a rare occurrence. She must really dislike this Robin; otherwise, she wouldn’t have made this decision. I didn’t even know she had an interest in chess.‘ Jeremiah put down the towel and spoke in a deep voice, “What made you decide to compete?”

Yvette propped her chin on her hand, her gaze downcast. From Jeremiah’s angle, he could only see her beautiful, flawless features and the pale, alluring curve of her collarbone, half in shadow, drawing him in.

Yvette wiggled her toes, her lips curling as she lazily said, “He’s too ugly. I can’t stand the sight of him.”

Jeremiah chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow. ‘If Robin knew this was the reason, he’d probably die of anger. Jeremiah squinted. “Yeah, he is pretty ugly.”

News came from Betrico Hospital that Robin’s leg would have permanent damage, which for someone like him was a devastating blow.

Jeremiah pushed open a secret door, intending to return to his bedroom. From his desk to the door, it took him a full three minutes–he could barely move his feet.

Yvette stared at his retreating back, a faint, unreadable smile on her lips, and said unhurriedly, “Jeremiah, if you’re walking that slow, you might as well give up those legs.”

Jeremiah’s tall, straight back paused slightly. He turned around, his gaze tender, a bit warmer in his expression, and his voice. low and intoxicating. “It’s fine. I still have a third leg.”

In the next second, a coffee cup flew from Yvette’s direction, aimed right at Jeremiah.

Jeremiah glanced at it and effortlessly caught the coffee cup, holding it in his hand.

Yvette wiggled her toes lazily, casting a slow, indifferent glance at him without saying a word.

Jeremiah sighed as he looked at her, then pushed open the secret door and returned to his bedroom, his retreating figure tinged with a bit of loneliness and pity.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

The person sitting on the sofa only silently watched his performance. ‘His acting is too clumsy!

“The long, lonely night, lying sleepless with an empty pillow, having a young wife but unable to touch her–who could understand this feeling?‘ Jeremiah finally understood now.

After Jeremiah left, Yvette logged back into the Black Gold site. Just moments ago, when she logged off, Robin had gone crazy, bombarding her with dozens of messages.

[Are you there?]

[Why did you log off?]

[Can you reveal how you’re going to kill this person?]

[If possible, I’d prefer you assault her before killing her. Of course, I can tell you this woman is quite beautiful. I’m sure you’ll like her, Mr. Zola.]

[Did you log off?]

[I can add another 15 million dollars if you send me some pictures of her on her deathbed. How about it?]

Yvette lowered her eyes slightly, her cold, dark gaze sharp. She typed a few words with her slender fingers: ‘Add 160 million dollars, and I’ll agree to what you said. A fool wouldn’t take money when it’s handed over. Only idiots wouldn’t make money!

In his hospital room at Betrico, Robin scoffed as he read the message from Zola. ‘What top–ranked assassin? Just a money- grubber. How do people glorify Zola so much on these sites? I knew it, there’s no one in this world who can’t be swayed by money. They just build up a reputation to make themselves seem untouchable.

Robin gritted his teeth. “This Zola is as greedy as Kaiden, that bastard. Fine, 160 million dollars it is. As long as Yvette is dead, I’ll pay whatever it takes! This 160 million dollars is most of my secret stash.‘

Don’t be fooled by the Jenkins family’s old money status. To maintain their appearance of wealth, the family’s finances had been in serious decline for years. This 160 million dollars came from the shady business Robin had been doing with the Steel Serpents. And just like that, Robin spent 200 million dollars trying to kill Yvette.

But Robin had already lost his mind. As long as Yvette died, he was willing to spend his entire fortune. All he could think about now was ‘Make Yvette die. The more gruesome, the better After transferring the money, Robin closed his laptop and collapsed onto the hospital bed, staring at a corner of the room with ghostly pale skin, devoid of any color. He endured the pain of his wounds, waiting for Dr. Ybaulla to arrive.

He thought, ‘For the chess match the day after tomorrow, I’ll make sure to compete personally. I will defeat the Clusian people myself and crush them completely. I’ll show them what a real genius looks like! Not someone like Yvette, that savage and domineering woman. What Goddess of Clusia? Ybaulla will always be number one!

On Friday, the day before the match, the media reports started to change again.

All morning, the news had been focused on tomorrow’s Clusia vs. Ybaulla chess match. The headlines from mainstream media remained restrained as usual, mostly just formally reporting the event schedule and format. They also confirmed from Ybaulla’s side that Robin was in good health and would be representing Ybaulla in the match.

Other non–mainstream newspapers are still using all sorts of flashy headlines to grab attention, mostly clickbait.

[After being released, Robin has been carefully recuperating and is confidently entering the chess exchange competition.]

[Who will take the chess competition title? A surprise or a shock new national chess champion, Louis, has decided not to compete; another person will take part instead.]

[Why hasn’t the Clusia chess competition’s participants been announced yet?]

These past few days, people in Clusia have been mostly passing the time online gossiping. Domestic and foreign websites are alternately in use, with heated debates and keyboards almost sparking from all the typing. Because of the incident Robin caused at the café, everyone’s attention in Clusia and around the world is focused on this exchange competition between the two countries. The online discussions are as lively as during the festival.

Early in the morning, Andrew barged into the living room carrying fried spaghetti he bought outside and shouted, “Yve, Jeremiah, listen up! You know what? I went to buy breakfast, and even the old ladies on the street are talking about tomorrow’s chess exchange competition. It’s become common knowledge.”

The fried spaghetti was what Yvette wanted to eat; otherwise, Andrew definitely wouldn’t have volunteered so eagerly to take on this tough and noble task from Charles. He even took a photo of the spaghetti he bought and posted it to the “A Group of Little Pities” compound kids chat, showing off a bit. ‘Yve wants to eat it.‘

Then, the group exploded. People almost started fighting over the chance to deliver the meal. In the end, Andrew came up with a fair method: he inflated the market price and held a bidding war. As a result, Jared snapped it up for $660,000, gaining the opportunity to deliver breakfast to Yvette. The transfer has just been successfully completed.

Andrew really admired his own little brain; he easily made $660 000 like that. He already understood that as long as he clung to Yve’s thigh, he could have anything, and his small treasury would be full. Happily, Andrew placed the fried spaghetti in front of Yvette and said, “Yvette, freshly made. If you don’t like it, no charge. Even if you do, no charge, hehe!”