Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez



Chuck had made a brief appearance before Yvette, which left him satisfied. Everyone at Interpol knew Yvette's personality- she was not fond of unnecessary chatter. Smartly, Chuck greeted her, led his team our, and cleared the crowd.

Interpol truly lived up to its reputation. Golden Exhibit Center, filled with a massive crowd, was cleared in an orderly fashion within ten minutes. By the end, only a handful remained-Yvette, Jeremiah, Sienna, Frankie, and Paolo, seated in the front row.

After speaking, Jeremiah walked over to Yvette, his gaze tender as he whispered, "Did I do well?" Though he lowered hist voice, the hall's silence ensured everyone heard him.

Avette's lips curved into a faint, clusive smile. Her brows slightly arched as she replied calmly, "Keep it up.

Jeremiah nodded slightly, his blue eyes glinting with delight as he tilted his head. He replied. "Yes, ma'am. His tone was steeped in amusement, unbothered by the presence of the others.

Paolo's eyes sparkled with delight at the sight. Yvette, his stoic mentee, had finally fallen in love. Like a mentor reluctantly giving away his precious mentee, Paolo began planning for the dowry.

"Should I go with a mansion? Jewelry? A luxury car? No, too cliche: Paolo thought. After some thought, he decided to gift Yvette his cherished antique piano collection and rare instruments, all wrapped up as part of her dowry.

Within minutes, Paolo had even envisioned Yvette and Jeremias future home in Mysonna. He had land in southwestern Mysonna, and it was perfect to build a manor. Now, all Paolo needed was a designer who understood Yvette's taste.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Frankie watched Jeremiah and Yvette on stage with his arms crossed. He clicked his tongue twice, turned to Sienna, and said, "See that? Mr. Chavez's sly move-a few words and his love rival is obliterated. He's so smooth. I could never do that."

Sienna nodded in agreement She said, "Calling him 'fragile was brutal. That's a checkmate for any man."

On stage, Yvette barely lifted an eyelid, her gaze calm and undisturbed. She turned to Derek, who was still trapped in his swirling emotions. Yvette said coldly. "I made that piece on a whim, and I left because I was bored. Besides, I didn't expose Elliot because he wasn't worth my time. That's all. Don't overestimate your importance. It has nothing to do with you."

Derek's face turned ashen. Slowly, he raised his head, though even meeting Yvette's gaze took all his strength. He thought, Why did she protect me all these years?

The memory surfaced-years ago when Yvette was new to the Ross family. One night, Derek heard noises by the pool and found Yvette willingly plunging into the icy pool, staying there for ten agonizing minutes.

Yvette was so weak after she emerged from the pool that she nearly fainted. Hence, Derek brought her a howl of oatmeal from the kitchen. Derek thought, "Just because of that bowl of oatmeal? That's why she protected me? He couldn't think of another reason. It turned out Yvette knew all along. Back then, Derek assumed she forgotten about it since she did not mention it the following day

After she spoke, Yvette strode past Derek and descended the stage, stopping before Paolo. Jeremiah followed without sparing Derek more than a disinterested glance. Yvette had no patience for melodrama A man stuck in regret, and the past could only save himself.

Paolo deliberately put on a stern face and faked a cough behind is hand Yvette archest a brow and said calmly. Cot a cold? Wear a mask if you do?

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At Yvette's words, the mock cough turned into a real one, leaving Paolo gasping for air. "You ungrateful little thing. You promised to visit me," he said.

Upon hearing that, everyone turned to Paolo. It seemed like everyone liked to act cute to Yvette regardless of their age. Now, even Paolo did. Even Derek, still lingering onstage, looked down at Paolo in surprise as he wondered, 'Does Yvette know Paolo?

Yvette stood there, her posture casual and relaxed, with her gaze lowered. Her clear eyes held a quiet calm as she drawled. "Speak properly." Paolo almost choked on his words. "I am speaking properly," he protested, his tone tinged with grievance.

Recalling those years of hardship, Paolo couldn't recall another mentor who was so thoroughly at the mercy of their mentee. Only with Yvette had he ever experienced such a complete lack of authority.

However, Paolo was used to it now. If Yvette were to treat him with kindness for once, he'd probably be terrified instead. Her usual aloof indifference was oddly comforting, Paolo grew curious about Jeremiah, wondering what charm he possessed to win over Yvette's heart.

Paolo said, "Come on, it's been ages since we've seen each other, Aren't you gonna treat me to a meal? Have you no respect for your mentor? Hurry up, I'm famished Without waiting for Yvette's response, he strode briskly toward the door.

Frankie and Sienna exchanged incredulous looks, thinking, "Seriously? For someone claiming to be starving. Paolo's pace was astonishingly fast- nearly a sprint. If they hadn't known better, they might've assumed a supermarket was handing out freebies from Paolo's speed.

In Paolo's defense, though, the situation was dire. He couldn't risk being rejected. Where would he even put his dignity if that happened?

Yvette tilted her head, pressed her lips, and said to Jeremiah solemnly, "I don't have money to treat him."

Jeremiah paused, then nodded solemnly and said, "Neither do L Should we make a run for it?" His deep, maic voice was laced with an earnestness that made it impossible to tell if he was joking.

Just then, Frankie popped up and quietly said, "Yvette, Mr. Chavez, I've got money. He announced proudly. Then he pulled out a stuffed wallet that looked like it might burst.

Before Frankie could bask in his moment of glory, Sienna stepped forward and delivered a swift kick to his leg, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Idiot,” she muttered under her breath.

Yvette and Jeremiah turned to give Frankie a look, then walked away without a word, leaving him completely puzzled. Frankie wondered, 'What? Is it a crime to have money now?

Sienna watched Frankie and sighed before saying, “Frankie, sometimes I truly wonder how you even became Mr. Chavez's

subordinate."

Frankie shook his head. "When Mr. Chavez took me in, he just said, "That's enough. Probably because he saw how perfect 1 am-flawless, really" Sienna swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue as she thought, Forget it. If he could say something so outrageous, dere was no saving him. Without another word, she hurried after Yvette and Jeremiah.novelbin

Upon seeing everyone leave, Frankie panicked and said. "Wait for me! Mr. Chavez, Yvette. Fin still here."

At the entrance, silence fell over the Golden Exhibit Center with Frankie gone. Ou stage, Derek good motionless for a long ment before finally lifting his head, his eyes bloodshot. He was not about to be defeated so easily.

Hell Regret Pite Such words would never define my future.ankie thought.

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