Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez Novel by Selina Gorges

Chris waved at Frankie, who hurried over. In a moment, Chris picked him up and took him to a corner of the living room Frankie, struggling, looked at Yvette and Sienna, pleading for help. “Yve, Sienna, help! He’s torturing mel”

Chris blocked the others’ view, and it was unclear why Frankie suddenly burst into laughter and tears. Sienna leaned in and whispered to Yvette, “What kind of torture is Frankie going through?”

Emmett calmly explained. “Don’t worry. Chris just found his laughter spot.”

Ten minutes later, Chris set Frankie down, and they returned to their seats. Frankie, still laughing, shot a glare at the group. “You’re all just jealous of my looks.”

Just then, Yvette’s phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and slowly answered, “Hello.”

Jeremiah had just returned home after a day of military meetings and hadn’t even had time to take off his military uniform before making the call. It was midnight in Clusia and morning in Mysonna, so he thought it was a good time to call. He stood on the balcony in his military uniform, a cigarette in his hand, though he hadn’t smoked in a while because Yvette disliked the smell. His voice was deep and warm as he listened to Yvette. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

Yvette, sounding relaxed, replied, “Mm, the pierogies are great.”

Jeremiah paused, a smile spreading across his face. “Great? I’ll make some for you when I’m back.”

Yveué raised an eyebrow, thinking. Does he really think he can win me over with pierogies? “Alright,” she said.

Emmett, Bruce, Chris, and Frankie fell silent, realizing Yvette was on the phone with Jeremiah. They chatted casually, with Jeremiah doing most of the talking. Emmett noted it was the most talkative he had ever felt Jeremiah, wondering where he found all these words.

Five minutes later, Yvette glanced at Frankie, who was quietly talking with Sienna. She poked her water cup and said slowly! Jeremiah, someone tricked me out of 660 thousand dollars. It hurts.”

Frankie looked up in shock, thinking she was intentional to mention him. But he didn’t dare say anything. Frankie knew that confronting either Jeremiah or Yvette would not end well Emmett and Bruce exchanged sympathetic looks with Frankie. Chris, close by, patted Frankie’s shoulder and said, “Hang in there. They were puzzled about how Yvette’s money was so easy to deceive. It turned out she was waiting for this. Sienna looked confused, unaware of who was on the other end of the call

Ten minutes later, Jeremiah paused, asking Yvette to put the call on speaker.

She did as told, placing the phone on the table, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Jeremiah’s voice came through coldly. “Frankie, you have a lot of nerve.” Yvette didn’t say who had tricked her, but Jeremiah knew it had to be Frankie.

With a sad look, Frankie begged Jeremiah, “I was wrong! I shouldn’t have tricked Yvette! I confess!”

Jeremiah lowered his voice, “I see you’re sincere. Yvette is quite poor, and I remember you own a nice villaNôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Frankie forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. “That villa belongs to Yve.” He felt hopeless. After taking 660 thousand from Yvette, he now lost a 300 million-dollar villa. Frankie regretted it. He thought, Jeremiah and Yvette are indeed a perfect match. They are both masters of deception Frankie vowed never to trick Yvette again.

Yvette was surprised by Jeremiah’s evilness but found it appealing

Frankie poked at the ugly fried egg on his plate while Emmett, Bruce, and Chris chuckled at Jeremiah’s clever idea. They thought, ‘How can Yvette be considered poor when she is an internationally renowned artist whose paintings sell for hundreds of millions? An amount like 660 thousand would not cause her any distress. This couple is not to be trifled with Crossing thein could lead to disaster.

Yvette turned off the speakerphone, returning the phone to her ear while Jeremiah listened to her soft breaths. I miss you.” he said.

Yvette responded with a slight smile, “Keep missing. I’m hanging up now.”

At the Chavez family estate, Jeremiah chuckled softly after the call. A knock sounded at the door, and a servant said, “Young Master, the old commander wants to see you.” Jeremiah put out his cigarette and opened the door.

Seeing Jeremiah, the servant said respectfully, “Young Master, your grandpa is waiting for you.”

Jeremiah nodded and went up to the third-floor study. Inside, Jase, the head of the Chavez family and one of Clusia’s early leaders, was almost eighty years old. He looked at his favorite grandson with a mix of annoyance and affection. From a young age, Jase had seen Jeremiah as the best of their generation Jeremiah had lived up to his expectations, joining the military and earning respect, becoming Clusia’s youngest major general. The president had high hopes for Jeremiah, and Jeremiah might even become Clusia’s youngest lieutenant general next year.

Jase sat upright on the sofa, still strong despite his age. “You’re thirty now. When are you going to get a wife? I’ll be retiring soon. You need to give me a great-grandson, or life will be dull.

Jeremiah looked up, sipping his coffee before replying, “You want kids?”

Jase pretended to be angry. “Of course! Look at the neighbor’s grandson-he has three already! Can’t you try to give me one, even if no girl seems to like you?” Jase was just teasing Jeremiah. He knew how popular his grandson was. Even in kindergarten, girls fought to sit next to Jeremiah.