Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez



Sienna was at a loss for words. Upon seeing how serious Yvette was, she realized it was probably impossible for her to be tactful. Those wounded by her sharp remarks would have to heat their own pace.

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly and glanced at Yvette with a fair smile on his lips. While Yvette gazed out the window, Jeremiah's eyes were fixed solely on her.

On the second floor of the mansion, Yvette stepped out of the room after her slower and saw Jeremiah standing on the balcony. His tall, broad back exuded a unique aloofness. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, and the radiant moonlight cast a cool, pale glow over his skin.

Several cigarette butts lay in the ashtray. Under the flickering light, Jeremiah's face looked intriguingly mysterious.

Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, Jeremiah glanced back and stubbed out the cigarette he hadn't finished. His profound, blue eyes gleamed with a brilliance akin to the starlit glow of the night sky. It was the first time he had smoked in front of

Yvette.

Slipping off his coat, Jeremiah smiled and said softly, There's the smell of smoke. Give me a second."

Before Jeremiah could say another word, Yvette approached. He long legs were subtly outlined beneath the white shirt. His blue eyes instantly lit up and grew more intense.

Yvette walked straight up to Jeremiah. Her eyes met his as she raised an eyebrow. Her clear, enchanting gaze was laced with an intriguing threat, while the curve of her lips hinted at a frivolous arrogance.

She glanced at the cigarette box on the table, nonchalantly picked one up, and lit it in one swift motion.

Her white shirt was slightly rolled up at the sleeves, with a few buttons undone, revealing her delicate collarbones that glowed softly. She held the cigarette with her clean, slender fingers. In the dim light of the night, her bare face was breathtakingly beautiful.

Jeremiah met her intense gaze, and his eyes flickered slightly. An unspoken emotion surged between them.

Yvette took a puff, exhaled slowly, and gave a devilish grin. Her charm was irresistible. She asked, "What? Thinking about your ex-girlfriend?" Jeremiah's lips tugged into a faint smile, and he raised his brows playfully. "No, never. From the very beginning until now, you're the only one in my life."

Yvette lifted off her toes slightly, raised her gaze, and reached out to pinch Jeremiah's chin. There was a faint stubble beneath, but it wasn't harsh. She spoke slowly and deliberately. Jeremiah, it's not just until now. Even when you die, there can only be me."

Jeremiah's heart skipped a beat. His delicate brows and eyes were full of expression.

He held onto Yvette's hand that was pinching his chin. His features were sharp and defined. Under the moonlight, their two figures stood in perfect contrast. His voice, low and steady, was laced with a soft, husky quality. "All right. Only you, even

until death."

Jeremiah saw her take a drag and then put the cigarette down. In low voice, he asked, "Can you smoke?"

Yvette nodded. Her face was cold and pristine, and her eyes were as pure as a child's. Under the starry night sky, her voice carried a chilling coldness. "Yes, but I don't like it."

When she was at Colosseum in Afria, there were three matches every day, with tight schedules for morning, afternoon, and evening. That was when she picked up the habit of smoking. Cigarettes were indeed a good thing.

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Jeremiah wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tilted his head. "Let's sleep"

Yvette raised an eyebrow, and her lips curled into a mischievousmile. “Hmm-you rest. I'll do it."

Jeremiah fixed her with a sharp look. His gaze was intense, like a wolf eyeing its prey. "Okay, you do it.

Yvette arched her brow and casually remarked, "You're quite shameless."

Jeremiah nodded. A rare flecting smile appeared on his usually serious face. With a serious look, he said, "With you, I don't mind being shameless," Early the next morning, Joe brought Oliver over with gifts. When they arrived, Yvette, Jeremiah, and Bruce were having

breakfast.

Without a word, Joe left Oliver, a first-time visitor, in the living room and made his way to the dining table, sitting down wherever he liked..

"Gosh, so much food! Did you make extra because you knew I haven't had breakfast? That's so thoughtful," Joe said as he grabbed a piece of bread and started eating.

Frankie looked at Joe and pouted. 'Hey-you're quite shameless Did I say I prepared this for you?"

Joe casually waved his hand and gave him an unconcerned look.

Joe quickly finished his bread and started explaining his intentions to Yvette, who was sitting across from him. "Yvette, I know what that jerk, Oliver, did. My grandpa has already scolded him as well. That brat is out of his mind, thinking he could race with those skills. If it weren't for you, he'd probably have lost his life. Thank you for saving him, Yvette."

After saying that, Joe turned and shouted at Oliver, who was still standing there looking dazed. "Get over here and thank Yvette! You owe your life to her, so don't even think about pulling something like that again!"

After the racing incident, Oliver had completely submitted to Yvette, so no matter what Joe said to him, he wasn't angry at all.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Oliver happily walked up to Yvette's side and casually pulled out a chair. He smiled brightly, completely different from the spoiled rich kid she had met before on the hillside of the Yoder Manor. Right then, he seemed more like a boy next door. His hair was also dyed back to its natural color, and he looked extremely well-behaved.

"Yvette, I declare that from today onward, you're my boss. I'll be your most loyal lackey. From now on, I'll do whatever you want me to do!" Oliver said.

Oliver had resolved to be Yvette's most loyal lackey. Being her lackey would also allow him to learn her racing techniques. Oliver wore a smug grin, which made Bruce, Sienna, Emmett, Chris, Frankie, and Joe feel a bit uneasy.

Sitting casually on the chair, Yvette looked up with a hint of weariness in her eyes and nonchalantly remarked, "I don't take lackeys, and you're too weak."

After hearing that, Oliver pouted and moved closer to Yvette.

At that moment, Jeremiah suddenly stood up and picked up the orange juice on the table. Upon noticing everyone's gaze, he said slowly to Yvette, I'll get some water. You go ahead and eat."

Yvette nodded slightly as she narrowed her beautiful eyes.

As Jeremiah passed by Oliver, he casually brushed his hand against his chair. The action was barely noticeable.

In the next second, Oliver's chair broke apart with a loud crack, and he fell straight to the floor.

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With a resounding thud, the floor shook with the impact. One could tell from the sound alone how brutal the fall was.

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Oliver's face twisted in pain. He almost let out a yell but suppressed it. As a lackey, he wasn't allowed to show vulnerability. Even if he broke a tooth, he'd swallow the pain down and endure it.

Jeremiah stopped in his tracks and turned back to help Oliver up. He said in a deep voice, "Be more careful. With that, he headed to the kitchen. Oliver didn't expect Jeremiah to help him up. "Thank you," he said. He then mumbled to himself, "This chair's quality is terrible. It needs to be replaced."

The chair suddenly broke for no reason. It was clearly a defective piece.

Emmett and Bruce exchanged glances. They noticed Oliver's clueless look. Jeremiah was truly deviously cunning.

It was obvious to them that Jeremiah had deliberately used his internal energy earlier. Otherwise, the solid wooden chair would never have cracked

like that.

The reason was obvious. Oliver had been sitting too close to Yvette just then. Jeremiah was jealous,