Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez



Paolo frowned and turned to see Jeremiah standing there, exuding an icy aura. He paused for a moment. This man's presence was powerful, almost matching Yvette's.

Yvette looked up, her gaze meeting Jeremiah's in mid-air. There was a hint of nonchalance in her eyes, and a fleeting smile crossed her lips. It was brief, but Paolo, observing Yvette closely, noticed it instantly

Paolo's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Jeremiah. Could it be that his mentee had taken an interest in this man? Had the day finally arrived when Yvette was interested in men? Paolo began planning to ask her about it later.

What if this man did not have a girlfriend? He could try to matchmake Yvette with him. It did not matter whether he had money: Paolo had plenty anyway. What mattered was they were a perfect match. Just think how good-looking their kids would be!

If this man resisted, Paolo would just drug him and send him straight to Yvette's bed. At worst, he could let Yvette keep him for a few days.

No one in the room expected Paolo to make a sky-high offer of 3 million dollars, but now, a handsome stranger appeared and offered 7 million dollars!

The most bewildered of all was Elliot. This was supposed to be lus solo recital, so why did everything change when Yvette showed up? His heart surged with resentment.

It was just like when they were kids. Wherever Yvette was, he would become a foil for her. He would be rendered insignificant. Why, after all these years, was he still powerless to change this?

Paolo, busy plotting how to get Jeremiah into Yvette's bed, naturally stopped bidding and sat down. Ignoring the injury on his face. Elliot couldn't allow Yvette to play this piece.

"Mr. Fontana, this is my concert. Whether you know Yvette or not, will you really let her play my signature piece at my recital?" he asked. Paolo frowned. His temper and attitude were not pleasant when dealing with Elliot. Not holding back, he snapped at Elliot

"Music knows no borders and shouldn't be stagnant. Despaired Soul' might be your signature piece, but today's performance was a complete mess. "You are an experienced pianist, so your level and mistakes are unacceptable. Now, please sit down quietly and listen to her performance. Any issues can be addressed after it's over," he said

Paolo's words were like a sharp blade stabbing into Elliot's heart All eyes turned to him, but unlike the usual envy. admiration, or fanaticism, the gazes were filled with doubt and mockery this time.

Those remarks completely humiliated Elliot. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice pit, on the verge of collapse.

On stage, Yvette walked slowly to the piano, her expression indifferent. She glanced at Elliot, who stood there, eyes full of anger yet helpless. His fists were clenched, and his veins were bulging. She smirked.

Did he think this was enough? she scoffed inwardly.

Everyone returned to their seats. By now, everyone was curious. Could Yvette possibly play "Despaired Soul" more beautifully than Elliot?

Most people doubted Yvette, thinking she was setting herself up for embarrassment. "Despaired Soul" was Elliot's signature piece, how could anyone possibly play it better than him?

The stage lights dimmed again, leaving a single spotlight on Yvette, seated at the piano. The light poured down on her.

Wearing an all-black outfit-she sat upright with a slender neck and cool gaze

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With delicate and striking features, she removed her baseball cap. letting her raven-black hair fall freely. Her figure was graceful and slender, and her slender fingers gently rested on the piano keys.

The next moment, the familiar, haunting melody of "Despaired Soul" began to flow slowly, gradually enveloping the entire Golden Exhibit Center in an atmosphere of despair and loneliness.

Unlike Elliot's performance just now, Yvette's rendition not only completely surpassed him in technique but also infused "Despaired Soul" with a hint of defiance.

The first half of the piece evoked a sense of loneliness and despair. As it progressed, the audience felt more and more invigorated and inspired. Some even felt their spirits rise with the intensifying emotions of the composition.

By the final section, everyone was completely immersed in the music, feeling reluctant for it to end.

In the third row, Jeremiah sat with his legs crossed, the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up, and his well-defined fingers resting on the armrest. His deep eyes were dark as if they held a galaxy within them

His gaze remained fixed on Yvette at the piano, never straying for a moment. Beneath his tousled hair, his brow was sharp and defined.

Suddenly, an intense gaze intruded Jeremiah's eyes. He turned to look at Paolo in the first row and paused briefly. Noticing Jeremiah's attention, Paolo simply smiled at him.

Jeremiah politely returned the smile. Paolo's heart leaped with excitement. This might actually work out.

After all, being a civilized person, he'd avoid resorting to drugging him However, the man his mentee was interested in could only belong to her. Even if she couldn't win his heart, she had to have him physically.

On stage, Elliot stared intently at Yvette as she performed. He stood there in a daze as if transported back to the first time he heard Yvette play this piece when they were children.

After all these years, Yvette had not lost her touch. Even someone without expertise could tell who played the piece better.

Elliot knew that now he could only firmly deny any plagiarism accusations. He'd rather admit his skill was lacking than confess to plagiarizing.

Just as the audience thought "Despaired Soul" was nearing its end. Yvette looked up, raised an eyebrow, and gave a mysterious smile. Her delicate features carried wildness and rebellion like a spider lily blooming at the edge of hell.

She was captivating and lethal. Jeremiah's heart skipped a beat when he saw Yvette. An indescribable emotion began to stir within him passionately The next moment, the audience heard a piece completely different from "Despaired Soul," yet both melodies blended seamlessly, complementing each other perfectly.

At first, the audience was puzzled as to why Yvette played an unfamiliar piece, but soon, they were all immersed in the new world Yvette had created.

On the battlefield, horse hooves echoed from a distance, carrying tremendous force. In the night wind, they rose and fell, growing distant and then near Horses neighed as they galloped forward, followed by iron-clad cavalry charging through like chaotic torrents.

The general turned around to look. Thousands of arrows were released, and a short arrow pierced this throat, blood splattering onto the city wall. The moonlight reflected off the lanterns, and everyone was immersed in this atmosphere, trembling all over.

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