Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Joel put on a smiling face and approached Jeremiah’s table. Just as everyone thought he was going to stand up for the woman and start a fight, Joel bowed deeply at a ninety–degree angle to both of them. “Jeremiah, Yve, good evening. What a coincidence to run into both of you here. I’m not sure what this clueless woman did to offend you, Jeremiah, so feel free to handle it however you like.”

Joel’s words left the woman waiting for him to retaliate completely stunned. She stared at the scene in front of her, unable to believe that her supposed ally would bow so low to these two. Joel is the son of a big shot in Betrico; who exactly are these two people?‘ She realized she had messed with the wrong people. Fear finally gripped her; she wanted to run, but with so many eyes on her, she knew there was no escaping.

After speaking, Joel lowered his head, unable to look at the two. Don’t blame me for being cowardly; that last time at the bar, seeing Keira getting beaten up by Yve was no joke. The next day before I even made a move, Keira had already decided to leave the scene. It was obviously Jeremiah’s doing.’

Jeremiah spoke, his expression emotionless, his voice cold and devoid of warmth. “Is she your girlfriend?”

Those four words sent chills down Joel’s spine. He immediately denied it. “No, Jeremiah, she’s not my girlfriend. We haven’t officially established anything; we’re just in a flirtation stage, really. Jeremiah, I swear on my character.”

Upon hearing Joel deny their relationship, the woman was infuriated, but she knew she couldn’t afford to offend Joel. Besides, what he said was right—she had wanted him to see her as a unique girl, so she had kept him dangling. Now she had trapped herself and regretted it deeply.

Fearing that Jeremiah wouldn’t believe him, Joel turned to the woman and gestured for her to come over, warning her with his eyes. “Come here.”

The woman could only walk over under the mocking gazes of everyone, feeling as ridiculous as she had been arrogant before.

Joel said to the woman. “Are we dating? I’ve only pursued you for a few days, right?”

People around them began to whisper and point at the woman.

“Is this woman too full of herself? The guy’s only pursued her for a few days, and she claims he’s her boyfriend, then has him come over. What a scheming bitch.”

“She’s not just a scheming bitch; she’s got this old guy wrapped around her finger and even got him to abandon his wife and kids. Don’t you think she’s just mad because she can’t get that guy sitting over there’s phone number?”

In the crowd, a short guy defended the woman. “Isn’t it a bit too much to say that about a girl? Maybe she was deceived too. That woman sitting over there is the real villain; she even broke that girl’s hand. Don’t you think that’s cruel?”

The girls watching scoffed at his words, their anger shifting to the guy.

“No wonder there are scheming bitches in this society who can act so brazenly; it’s because of blind men like you.”

“Ladies, keep your eyes wide open; be careful of men who back scheming bitches. Such men can be easily led away by a few sweet words from a woman.”

The guy felt his face flush as everyone countered him, leaving him speechless, and he hurriedly left.

The woman cast a pitiful glance at Joel and could only nod. “Yes, you were only pursuing me; we’re not dating.”

Joel sternly scolded her. “Apologize to Jeremiah and Yve right now, quickly.”

The woman gritted her teeth against the pain in her arm and said, “I’m sorry.”

Joel was immensely relieved that he hadn’t officially gotten together with this woman; otherwise, he would have needed someone to collect his body today. He turned to Jeremiah and Yvette, and his heart raced since the real boss hadn’t spoken yet. He cautiously approached Yvette, ingratiatingly saying, “Yve

Yvette rested her pale, slender hand on the table, lightly tapping it, her chin slightly raised as she glanced at Joel with a serious look. “Your taste isn’t very good.”

Upon hearing this, Joel’s face flushed. ‘I used to think I had good taste in women; who knew I’d stumble so many times with women lately? If it weren’t for my belief in science, I’d probably consult a master. By the time Joel saw Yvette and Jeremiah off, he was already drenched in cold sweat.

The onlookers lost interest and dispersed, and the bustling food stall suddenly emptied out.

The woman didn’t want to lose Joel. She thought if she obeyed him, he would definitely give her another chance.

She reached out to pull Joel’s sleeve, but he instinctively recoiled, looking at her warily. “What do you want?”

The woman didn’t expect such a strong reaction from him and could only plead softly. “Joel, my arm is broken, and it really hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?”

Joel looked at her drooping arm, showing no sympathy, his gaze turning cold. This woman really doesn’t understand what she’s done wrong? Why does she still think there’s anything between us?‘ He mercilessly told her. “Do you have any idea who you’ve offended? You should have checked my background. Don’t rush to deny it. I don’t want to play with you anymore, so let me tell you: you’ve offended someone big in Betrico, someone we second–generation folks have looked up to since childhood. Don’t think that I’m anything special; even our fathers would have to call him Jeremiah when they meet, understand?”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

The woman’s expression turned to shock, her pupils dilating as her face changed instantly. All she could think was. “Joel said. even his father has to call this man Jeremiah.”

Seeing her in despair and fear, Joel didn’t say anything more. ‘Who are Jeremiah and Yve? Why would they bother with a woman like her? Breaking one of her arms is already a lesson for her.

At Skyland, only Yvette and Jeremiah were left today; Andrew and Samantha had already moved out, and Charles wasn’t around.

In the main bedroom, shrouded in darkness, Yvette looked down at Jeremiah, a hint of mischief in her beautiful face as she curled her lips while gazing at his handsome face. With cool fingertips, she glided from his lips down to his neck and collarbone, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Jeremiah’s breath hitched, tensing up involuntarily.

Jeremiah’s slightly rough fingertips brushed against her soft red lips as he grasped her wrist firmly, his voice low and serious. “Remember what we agreed on? I’m here, you promised.” Who would have thought that the youngest major general of Clusia, the decisive Living Reaper, could be so humble?

Jeremiah’s charming face came so close to Yvette’s that their faces almost touched, his gaze darkening. From this angle, he could see everything clearly, but one hand just wasn’t enough. In the darkness, he noticed the red stain on her lips, and his gaze grew even darker.