Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez



Yvette slowly glanced at Demetrius legs before casually walking over and placing her land on the wheelchair. Jeremiah and Frankie, coming down from the second level, caught a clear view of this.

Frankic eyes widened instantly, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Frankir thought. No way... I must have seen something wrong Ms. Zeller approached Demetrius on her own and even helped push his wheek hair! How many people could get such special attention from Ms. Zeller? It was likely that even Mr. Chavez hasn't enjoyed this privilege yet, so it's no small matter!

Alarm bells went off in Frankie's mind. This was no longer a yellow-level threat, but a red alert. This Demetrius was a latidmine waiting to blow!

He had a terrifying hunch that a true love rival for Jeremiah had appeared. Frankie stiffly turned his head to see Jeremiah looking at the two people downstairs with an inscrutable gaze.

He wondered. Why is Mr. Chavez so quiet? Is this the calm before the storm?"

To avoid any harm to his innocent self, Frankie bravely stuttered "U-Um... Mr. Chavez, maybe Ms. Zeller just pitied Demetrius for being in a wheelchair and decided to lend a hand. Ms. Zeller is kind-hearted; it's her biggest strength. Mr. Chavez, you must understand and support her, okay?"

Frankie's concern increased when Jeremiah remained silent. “Why is Mr. Chavez's face not showing any expression? he thought, quickly taking a step back.

"Mr. Chavez, please don't get mad. It's all Demetrius fault. It has nothing to do with Ms. Zeller, Frankie continued.

Jeremiah glanced at Frankie. Then, he turned around and walked toward the study, showing no intention of interacting with

him.

His actions left Frankie utterly confused. Where is he going? Could he be grabbing a weapon? He fretted to himself.

Frankie followed Jeremiah into the study with a furtive, anxious expression, no longer caring about what was happening downstairs.

"Mr. Chavez, since Ms. Zeller is friends with him, we need to outsmart Demetrius without acting rashly. To protect your relationship with Ms. Zeller, I've decided to handle Demetrius discreetly. How do you think we should proceed?” he asked.

A strong sense of responsibility rose inside Frankie. The important mission of dealing with Jeremiah's love rival now fell on his shoulders.

Jeremiah halted and turned back to look at Frankie, who had a determined “do-or-die” expression. With an unchanged expression, he pointed at the door and said, "Turn around and leave now.

Frankie replied, "All right, Mr. Chavez. I'll get ready right away.

Only then did he realize Jeremiah's order. Awkwardly, Frankie shuffled out of the second-floor study, sneaking a glance at him before leaving, Jeremiah seemed far too calm to Frankie as if he had gone insane from anger.

As soon as Frankie went downstairs, he was met with the sight of Yvette pouring a glass of warm water for Demetrius Frankie felt like he was about to collapse.

Who is this Demetrius? How did he have Ms. Zeller push his wheelchair and now serve him water? Frankie wondered. He decided to observe the two downstairs silently and swiftly hid in the stairwell corner.

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Yvette placed the cup of water before Demetrius with lowered lies. Then, she raised an eyebrow and glanced casually toward the upstairs corner, a slight smile curling on her lips.

Demetrius noticed the faint smile on Yvette's face as she sat across from him. Momentarily stunned, he softened his gaze and quietly asked, "Yvette, should we invite your friend to come down?

Yvette crossed her legs, her eyes serene, and lightly replied, "No need. He likes hanging out in corners."

Demetrius' gaze was warm and focused on Yvette, his sharp features full of charm. "How long do you plan to stay in Mysoma this time?" he asked. Yvette nodded slightly and nonchalantly answered, "Until the end of next month"

Demetrius nodded when he heard that and continued asking, "Where do you plan to go after that?"

Yvette lifted her gaze, and her eyes sparkled. Her lips curled upwards as she slowly said, "Clusia❞

Those two syllables caused Demetrius' face to shift slightly, his gaze becoming much more intense. He seemed surprised by her plan to go to Clusia. Upstairs, Frankie was crouched at the corner of the stairs, listening to the conversation between the two people. The more he listened, the more normal it sounded.

Did I misunderstand?' he wondered. 'So, Demetrius isn't Mr. Chavez's romantic rival? If his connection with Yvette were simply that of a regular friend, Frankie would be relieved.

Just as Frankie was about to leave his position, he heard Demetrius' deep voice say, "It's been three years, but I was wrong

that night. I apologize"

Frankie's mind buzzed. What did Demetrius mean by that? Three years? That night? Could it possibly be what I'm thinking?" he questioned inwardly. He was convinced that Demetrius must have been Yvette's ex-boyfriend.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

This could not reach Jeremiah's ears. Otherwise, the world would probably explode. Frankie wanted to listen more closely.

Overcome with excitement, he tumbled and rolled down from the second floor to the first, abruptly interrupting Yvette and Demetrius' conversation. The room fell silent.

Yvette was lounging on the couch with her legs crossed and her chin resting on her palm, unmoving. Demetrius. expressionless in his wheelchair. Frankie lay flat on the carpet for quite some time, not daring to lift his head. This was the epitome of social death. "Should I just pretend that I'm dead? he wondered.

However, he knew that plan wouldn't work, so he resigned himself and got up from the carpet. At this point, he was convinced that if he wasn't embarrassed, no one else would be either.

He put on a goofy smile and greeted Yvette and Demetrius, "Ms. Zeller, are you and your friend hungry? can whip up something for you. Just let me know. Don't be shy

Yvette tapped her foot on the ground, taking a leisurely sip of water. Her voice was low and gentle as she asked, "Are you sure you'll be cooking for us and not poisoning us?"

Frankie made good use of his thick skin at that moment. He plopped down next to them, grinning as if nothing had happened.

He laughed. “Well, Ms. Zeller, you guys keep chatting. I don't have anywhere to go, so I'll just sit here for a while. I won't bother you, so feel free to do as you please."

To hide his obvious intentions, he added in a fake tone, "Ms. Zeller, you were right. This big mansion doesn't even have a 10:22 Fri, Dec 27

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decent place to sit. All those lesign fees back then were a waste.

Yvette and Demetrius exchanged a look. Neither of them intended to expose Frankie, so they tacitly agreed to let him sit

there.

Demetrius sat in his wheelchair, staring blankly at Frankie. Under his gaze, Frankie felt incredibly guilty and quickly lowered his head.

Yvette raised her eyelids slightly, resting her face on her hand. Her voice was relaxed as she said, "Since you made your choice that night. I respect your decision."

Demetrius glanced at Frankie again before saying in a deep voice. "I always thought you'd be upset. I guess I was overthinking it."

Frankie's hand gripping the water cup trembled, and the water he had just poured nearly spilled. However, he calmed himself quickly. "Why does the conversation seem to be getting more intense?' he exclaimed inwardly.

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