Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez



Frankie could only hope that Jeremiah would emerge from upstairs soon. If Yvette and this man stayed alone any longer, they might start reminiscing. The future was uncertain, but memories were sure to touch the heart.

Just as Frankie was praying fervently, Jeremials finally showed up. The ambiance in the living room shifted immediately with his entrance. Demetrius turned his wheelchair to face the stairwell.

Snuggled on the couch. Yvette watched him descend the stairs. Her lips quirked up, and her eyes sparkled beneath her raised brows. She adjusted her posture on the couch, splaying her arms out and curling up her long legs.

Jeremiah's eyes, as icy as a winter pond, met Demetrius, which were as stormy as an ocean. Their two gazes met halfway, and neither flinched. Jeremiah approached Demetrius' wheelchair and stopped before him.

Jeremiah's expression was as calm and indifferent as a distant star, seemingly close yet unreachable. After a pause, he walked over to where Yvette was seated and gently placed a blanket over her legs.

In a husky, deep voice tinged with an alluring warmth, he said, "It's cold. Cover up with this blanket." Then, he sat beside her on the couch with an air of authority.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Frankie quickly stepped aside, becoming a mere spectator. Jeremiah didn't need his assistance; he could deal with his rival himself. Frankie's main responsibility was to pass the weapon to Jeremiah at this critical moment, ultimately sealing

Demetrius' fate.

"At such a thrilling juncture, how could I not involve my friends mused Frankie. He quickly pulled out his phone and opened the "Happy Family" small group chat.

Frankie typed: [The stage is set for Mr. Chavez to confront his rival, with an epic struggle for love about to unfold.

[Ms. Zeller's old love, undeterred by challenges, makes a dazzling entrance, stirring up old memories amid the fierce rivalry, leaving her entangled in nostalgia.

[Hurry up and watch. This event won't wait! Live broadcast with personal on-site commentary, Transfer 300 thousand dollars now to watch!] Frankie's message caused an explosive reaction in the group chat. It was even more sensational than the previous one from Eagle King, and within seconds, the chat was overwhelmed with responses.

On vacation with Flying Fish, Eagle King quickly showed her his phone, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Mr. Chavez has a new rival, poor guy. Compared to Boss, I'm lucky you're less of a concern."

The captivatingly beautiful Flying Fish didn't hesitate to slap Eagle King. Now an A-list celebrity, the paparazzi followed her everywhere, forcing them to escape to Boss' island in South East Aploth to find privacy.

Honestly, Flying Fish had never felt this exhausted, even as an assassin. She decided she would quit the entertainment industry after another six months of playing around. She still preferred the life of an assassin to that of an actress.

Flying Fish said, "Hurry up and keep an eye on the messages in the group to see who Mr. Chavez's love rival is this time. It's going to be an epic showdown worth watching"

In the Happy Family group chat, Samantha texted: [Mr. Chavez as another love rival? What creature is it this time? Can we have some decent competition instead of bugs or minors?]

Charles wrote: [I've already transferred 300 thousand dollars.]

Rodney typed: [Am I the minor you're referring to? Samantha, that's not fair. I may be underage, but I'm very handsome.]

Kash replied: [Compared to Mr. Chavez, you're really just decent at best.]

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Sienna sent: OMG, what's going on? We just went on a date, and how Mr. Chavez's love rival has shown up Can I still make it back on time? Emmett texted: [Chris and I will change quickly and head back the mansion right now,

Andrew wrote: [I've also transferred 300 thousand dollars alreally. Hurry up. Take a photo, even if it's just from the back. I'm begging to get a picture if nothing else.]

On the couch, Frankie looked at his vibrating phone and grinned from ear to ear. Each buzz meant 300 thousand dollars, today was his big payday,

In the living room, Yvette was slowly peeling an orange, Jeremial was unhurriedly sipping his coffee, and Demetrius sat in his wheelchair. Only Frankie was grinning like a goofball, chuckling at his phone.

After a while, Yvette finished peeling the orange. Then, she meticulously cleaned her elegant fingers. She looked up, eyes shining like emeralds, and leisurely introduced, "Jeremiah Chavez, my man."

Demetrius hand trembled slightly on the wheelchair as he turned to Jeremiali. His eyes were bright and clear, and he spoke warmly. "Hello, Mr. Chavez. I am Demetrius Becker."

Jeremiah's sculpture-like features were cold, and his eyes slightly narrowed. The sunlight scattered on his brow added a noble and distant aura to his visage. With a cool courtesy, he nodded and said in a deep voice, "Hello, Demetrius."

Then, the living room suddenly grew silent. None of the three were chatty, so they just stopped talking. The only sound that could be heard was Frankie typing nonstop on his phone, earning money from the group chat.

Frankie wrote: [Latest update. The living room is a total mess right now!] After sending the message, Frankie looked up with a satisfied grin, only to see Jeremiah, Yvette, and Demetrius all staring at him.

Shocked, Frankie quickly put away his phone and pretended to sip his coffee. However, his mind was buzzing with questions. "What's happening now? Why hasn't the fight started yet?' he wondered.

After a moment, Demetrius glanced at Yvette and casually asked, Yvette, are you happy being with Jeremiah?"

Frankie's spirits were lifted. 'Here it comes... They're finally about to start fighting, aren't they?' he thought gleefully. Jeremiah's dark, deep eyes remained calm and composed. His handsome face showed no reaction to Demetrius' words. Yvette rested her chin on her hand, her upturned eyes reflecting a hint of rebellious charm. With a smirk, she confidently declared, "Quite happy; my man is obviously the best in the world"

With just that statement, the three men in the living room each showed different expressions. Although Jeremiah's expression stayed neutral, the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. Demetrius, in his wheelchair, was momentarily surprised before settling back to normal.

Among the three, Frankie was the most excited. 'Ms. Zeller is so commanding!" he thought. 'She didn't leave her ex any room for excuses with those words!'

Frankie quickly posted what Yvette said in the group chat, and as expected, the chat was flooded with endless compliments

for her.

Demetrius adjusted his wheelchair. He frowned, and a dangerous light spread across his handsome face. With a voice so cold it sent shivers down the spine, he asked, "Jeremiah, do you truly believe you're worthy of Yvette?" He shrugged. "Sure, being Clusia's youngest major general is an impressive feat, but Yvette had her choice, dukes and millionaires would be at her feet. What makes you think you deserve her?"

Frankie almost hurled his phone at Demetrius face. How could be speak about Mr. Chavez in such a disrespectful manner? he thought.

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Jeremuah radiated a graceful, and charismatic aura, looking relaxed and easygoing yet possessing an air of arrogance. His blue eyes sparkled, making the warm sunlight streaming through the window behind him seem dull in comparison.

"Even though the world offers countless virtues, Yvette loves only me," he said.