Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Kyle slapped his warm face against a cold backside, looking somewhat embarrassed. He glanced at Robin, who had fainted on stage, and thought, ‘What a useless guy, the world champion actually lost to a Clusia woman in her early twenties and was knocked out by a few words. We’ve completely lost face for Ybaulla this time. Why didn’t he just die instead?‘

In front of the media and everyone, Kyle put on a gentlemanly demeanor and instructed those around him. “Take Robin to the hospital. Kyle led the Ybaulla delegation out in a grand procession.

Aurora watched all of this and was speechless for the first time. She had weathered many storms in the business world and seen all kinds of scenes, but today’s situation was something she had never witnessed before.

The remaining media left in an orderly fashion. Everyone was eager to rush back and write their articles. Today’s event was sure to explode in the news. All the media outlets were competing, not wanting to fall behind, and they ran out of the Eastern Hotel faster than rabbits.

In the car, Aurora looked at Clifford dazedly and said, “Honey, is it over? Did Yvette win? Just like that?”

Clifford pinched his cheek and saw Aurora looking a bit silly. He laughed and said, “Yeah, it’s over. Your Yvette won, and she did it decisively.”

Aurora slapped her thigh, so happy that she forgot she was wearing a gown. She threw herself into Clifford’s arms, extremely excited. “Honey, I think our daughter–in–law is amazing, absolutely incredible. I can’t even find the right words to describe her.”

Clifford took her in his arms and straightened her up. “You’re old enough now, stop acting like you’re young. Get yourself together!”

Aurora didn’t care about that. She looked Clifford up and down and suddenly felt emotional. “Our son took after me in taste, that’s why he found such an excellent girlfriend.”

Clifford rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly. “This kid, all his good qualities come from her, and his bad ones from me. I’m used to it anyway. Arguing is pointless.” “Yeah, whatever you say.‘

Skyland, Yvette, Jeremiah, Samantha, Andrew, and Charles were all in the living room. They went straight back to Skyland after leaving the Eastern Hotel.

Yvette was nestled on the sofa, with Jeremiah draping his arm around her shoulders, peeling oranges, feeding each other. He looked down at the young girl tirelessly trying to find a mate for the little Husky. ‘Why does it feel a bit demeaning? Is it because our son is so unreliable that even his mother isn’t confident in finding him a match? I can’t help but laugh. Jeremiah thought that competing against Robin might be less important to the young girl than finding a mate for the Husky.

Charles and Samantha were sitting far away, glaring at Jeremiah and Yvette across from them. It was so annoying.

Andrew was sitting on a carpet worth around 30 thousand, looking completely out of place. He was on his tablet, refreshing a forum website every three seconds. Andrew clicked his tongue twice, thinking that this generation of netizens was really something else.

Today’s full match video had already been pinned to the top of the website, and people all over the world had seen it. Now the internet was buzzing with all kinds of jokes and comments about today’s match, coming out one after another. Andrew felt like he couldn’t keep up with them all.

Andrew shouted, “Jeremiah, Yvette, today’s event went viral as soon as the video was released. It already has 30 million views.”

Samantha took a sip of red wine and said, “Why make such a big deal? Are there any interesting comments? Read some out loud.”

Andrew casually flipped through the comments and said, “Here’s one. This user, ‘I am a wolf from the north, says it’s really harsh… hahaha…”

[Is Robin already dead from being so angry? Should we erect a monument for him? I’ve already thought of the epitaph: ‘I am Robin, from Ybaulla, from that place in Ybaulla.]

Andrew read a few more comments randomly, and even Charles was amused by the netizens‘ creativity.

Yvette put down her phone. She had just added 30 thousand gold coins and finally someone agreed to the Husky’s matchmaking.

Andrew looked up admiringly at Yvette, thinking. ‘Look at what true vision is. What true badassery is. Yvette won the match without trying to show off at all. After returning, she didn’t even mention the match, as if it was nothing. Winning against a world champion was like playing a game.

Yvette greeted a few people and went upstairs, with Jeremiah following her without a word.

Andrew watched the two go upstairs and muttered to himself, “Why does Jeremiah seem so sycophantic?”

At the bar, Samantha and Charles were sipping red wine. Samantha initiated a toast by touching her glass to his, her voice cool. “You didn’t learn painting from Yve, did you? You don’t have that artist’s temperament.”

Charles replied about the twins, “One is always smart and the other dumb. ‘Isn’t it obvious who’s the smart one?‘ Charles refused to lie, nodded, and said calmly, “No, I learned how to kill

Samantha, being smart, was momentarily stunned by Charles’s words, then understood. ‘Some things are better left unknown. Yve’s identity is probably far more complicated than what I’ve seen! Coming from a military family, they were exposed to much more than ordinary people. This world is inherently mysterious.

Samantha smiled. “Looks like you’ve learned well.”

Charles was momentarily taken aback. He looked at Samantha’s alluring face and pressed his lips together, thinking. “Talking to a smart person is indeed less tiring!‘ Charles said, “Thank you for the compliment.”

Andrew turned around and saw the two laughing together. He quickly walked over. ‘Don’t be impulsive, sis. She has a boyfriend. I don’t know who it is yet, but she must have one; my dad has mentioned it before. With Charles looking so good, if my sister gets tempted, wouldn’t that be cheating? It’s a moral issue that must be prevented.”

Andrew walked up to the bar, poured himself a glass of red wine, clinked glasses with the two, and shouted, “Let’s toast to our friendship, may it last forever.” After saying that, he winked at Samantha, thinking. ‘What an obvious hint. My sister must understand.‘ Andrew still had some confidence in the twins‘ telepathic connection.

Samantha looked at Andrew, whose eyes were twitching, and gave Charles an embarrassed smile. “Sorry about that. My brother can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes. It’s a recurring issue, but he gets used to it.”

Charles glanced at Andrew and nodded seriously. “Yeah, it’s okay. It gets better with time.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Andrew was speechless.

At Betrico Hospital, Robin had just been discharged in the morning but was sent back in the afternoon. The doctors and nurses had also watched the live stream, so they knew what had happened. “These men are really something. How petty can they be, getting knocked out from being so angry?‘

After completing the usual physical checks, the doctors concluded it was stress–induced cardiac symptoms. He would wake up soon.

The Ybaullan people who brought him looked ashamed seeing Robin in the hospital bed.

At four o’clock, Robin regained consciousness from his coma. He looked around and realized he had been sent back to the