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

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Simon's hand froze mid-air, the coffee cup hovering as he frowned. He could already guess what Nellie was

scheming- ‘Really? She just got Yvette back home, and now she wants to embarrass her? What kind of lousy plan

is this? Who knows what other tricks she’ll pull at the banquet? he thought.

Initially, Simon had not planned on attending. He and Tobias were supposed to head hthat day to deal with

smatters. But now, watching Yvette happily munching on her chips, he changed his mind.

He'd go to the Chambers family banquet-just to make sure nothing unexpected happened to her. If Jeremiah was

going, Simon wouldn't be as worried. But knowing him, Jeremiah probably wouldn't attend.

Crowds were never his thing. In all his years in Betrico, Jeremiah had barely attended any banquets, and events

in a small place like Seacrity were unlikely to change that. No one could convince him otherwise.

Simon sighed, his mind drifting to the past. “Nellie isn't easy to deal with. When she was younger, she was

known for being stubborn and spoiled. After your mom passed, she got pregnant with your dad's child, which

stirred up a scandal among the elite.

He continued. “Mr. Matthew Chambers practically threatened to end his own life if your dad didn’t agree to the

marriage. Your dad eventually gave in. So, Nellie married into the Chambers family, just like she wanted. Over

time, she cleaned up her act, and people started forgetting her past.”

“These days, she has a solid reputation among high society. But still, people can change, and you never know

their true intentions. If she plans to host both events at the sbanquet, be cautious. Better safe than sorry,

he added.

Yvette’s hand paused on her coffee cup, and surprise flickered briefly in her usually calm eyes. She tapped the

cup thoughtfully before nodding. “Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.”

Later, at 9:00 p.m. in Argrol University’s library, Andrew had been pestering Jeremiah for two hours, trying to

convince him to go to the bar. Jeremiah remained unyielding, his eyes calmly scanning the pages of a classic

Andrew wore his most charming smile. “Jeremiah, | was wrong. | really didn’t know Yvette would leave right after

the competition. Con, be the bigger person, and let it slide just this once.”

Finally, Jeremiah closed his book and stood. He was dressed in perfectly pressed pants, not a wrinkle in sight. His

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action made Andrew's face light up with hope. But Jeremiah’s cold words quickly dashed his excitement. “No,”

Jeremiah said.

Andrew’s smile fell. ‘All Arnold's fault for insisting that Jeremiah keep an eye on me, he thought.

If Arnold found out he went to the bar again, he'd probably drag him back to Betrico for a beating so severe he

wouldn't get out of bed for days. He had experienced that once when he defied Arnold, and he had no desire for

a repeat.

Desperate, Andrew moved around Jeremiah, suddenly struck by an idea. His eyes lit up. “Con, Jeremiah! Let

Andrew almost convinced himself with his own words, but Jeremiah’s expression didn’t change. “No”

Andrew slumped in defeat. ‘Fine. If he says no, it's no. Jeremiah’s just being petty because | didn’t tell him about

Yvette leaving. Choosing a girl over your best friend. How typicall he thought.

Outside the library, Winona stood alone in the cold night, wearing a white V-neck dress that left her legs

exposed below the knee. She had meticulously applied her makeup to attract attention, but in the chilly breeze,

she looked pitiful, hugging herself for warmth.

When Jeremiah and Andrew walked out, they spotted her by the door, her face flushed from the cold. As they

approached, Winona sulitly shifted in their direction, pretending not to notice them. She “accidentally tripped on

a small stone, teetering as if she were about to fall into Jeremiah’s arms.

But things didn’t | go as planned. Instead of catching her, Jeremiah sidestepped smoothly, avoiding her

completely. Winona’s eyes widened in shock, and she tried to stop herself, but she had put too much force into

the fake fall. Now, there was no stopping it.

She hit the ground hard, her white dress tearing and getting dirty. The pain was very real this time, and tears

welled in her eyes. She looked up at Jeremiah, her tear-filled eyes brimming with emotion.

Andrew snorted, thinking. This trick? Winona doesn’t realize this act is so overplayed among the socialites in

Betrico.

Jeremiah didn’t even glance her way. He had seen plenty of women-far more beautiful and interesting-and none

had caught his attention. Andrew struggled to suppress his laughter, crossing his arms as he watched Winona’s

performance.

In her usual soft voice, Winona called out, “Mr. Chavez, I've twisted my ankle. Could you help me?”

Jeremiah calmly pulled out his phone, his long fingers tapping a quick message to Yvette, completely ignoring

Winona on the ground. Winona, though embarrassed, still felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Only a man like him

is worthy of me. I'll do whatever it takes to win him over, she thought.

When Jeremiah finished his text, he finally glanced down at her Winona’s heart leaped; her face looked even

more pitiable, as though she might burst into tears at any moment. “Mr. Chavez, please help me. My ankle hurts

so much,’ she said.

Without a word, Jeremiah pulled a tissue from his pocket, wiped his hands, and tossed it casually onto Winona’s

dress. In a lazy tone, he said, “Sorry, | don't pick up trash.

Winona’s face turned pale, her hands trembling as rage boiled inside her. She thought to herself, “What did he

just say? | thought Jeremiah would treatwith gentleness, compassion, affection, admiration, or even

infatuation. | never imagined he would be so heartless and cold...

Never in her life had anyone called her trash. She stared at Jeremiah in disbelief, thinking, “How could someone

so powerful and mysterious say that? Why would he humiljatelike this?

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Andrew, observing her effortlessly shifting emotions, was almost impressed. ‘She’s like a character straight out

of a role- playing game, he thought. But unfortunately for her, this was Jeremiah, and he wasn’t playing along.

Jeremiah’s expression remained unreadable. He looked down at her, his tone indifferent. “You wantto help

you?”

Andrew’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘No way! Is Jeremiah actually falling for this? he thought.

Winona’s heart soared as she thought, ‘So he’s not immune after all. She bit her lip, pretending to stay strong.

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