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

"Oh, if you're unhappy with the outcome, feel free to report it wherever you want. But don't say I didn't warn you. The Carter family didn't achieve its status easily, so don't end up shooting yourself in the foot. If something really goes wrong, it'll be too late for regrets!" After speaking, Zane left without looking back. If speople were determined to get themselves into trouble, no one could stop them.

Robert stood bewildered, watching Zane leave just like that.

At that moment. Victor's phone started ringing in his pocket.

He picked it up immediately, and then he nodded repeatedly, saying "Okay, I got it, Grandpa. Dad and I will head back right away.

Victor hung up and looked at Robert. Grandpa wants us home, and Rebecca is at the old manor too." Robert really didn't want to go back, and he was thinking about running away.

Victor instantly understood what Robert meant and added, "Grandpa said we must return, or face the consequences of the family rules.

Robert was at a loss for words, so he just nodded awkwardly. "Then go back to your grandpa first and tell him about this. Our Carter family was insulted by others. If your grandpa finds out, he won't let it go so easily." Victor kept silent. Dad is truly daydreaming. Doesn't he know what kind of person Grandpa is? Venal. If Grandpa knew how Wyatt and Zane treated Jeremiah and Yvette... He wouldn't stand up for Winona! Yvette was lazily slumped in the car's passenger seat, her eyes downcast. Her long lashes cast shadows on her face, making her look distant and cold. Her long legs couldn't stretch out fully and had to remain bent. Her fingers lightly tapped on her phone.

It was a classic game. A gthat even ten-year-olds no longer play, yet Yvette had been really into it lately. Andrew watched Yvette play the gwith a bemused expression. ‘Isn't this ga bit too outdated? Could it be that Yvette is no good at playing games? That would be quite amusing” "Uh, Yvette, isn't this ga bit...old-fashioned?" Upon hearing this, Yvette slowly put her phone away, squinting slightly as she tilted her head. "Any problem?" Andrew hurriedly waved his hands in denial. "No problem at all, absolutely not! Whatever gyou play is perfectly fine." Jeremiah glanced at Yvette, pressing his lips together, his eyes deep. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. "You like this gso much?" Yvette turned slightly and lifted her eyes. "It's okay, just something to pass the time." She left the rest unsaid. In fact, she had already completed all the games she was truly interested in. When the four of them got to the restaurant, the waiter led them to their seats, and since the dishes were prepared in advance, the food arrived less than two minutes after they sat down.

A large table full of barbecue dishes of all sorts left Bonnie completely amazed. "It's got everything! Creatures that fly, swim, and run. It's like a feast from land, sea, and airt What I had before wasn't barbecue, it was like eating.

Jeremiah sat next to Yvette, dealing with the seafood for her and then placing it on her plate The plate in front of Yvette was full of food, and, in contrast, Jerniah's plate was mostly empty except for a few scattered 08:13 Sa Oct 19 Chapter 231 shrimp 94% Yvette paused for a moment, her deep gaze not revealing much on her gorgeous face. But the upward curve of her eyes. suggested she was in a good mood.

Casually, she picked an oyster from a plate and placed it in front of Jeremiah. Her tone was indifferent. "You should eat, too." Jeremiah's hands paused from shelling a crab.

Even while Jeremiah was peeling shrimp, his defined slender fingers were a pleasing sight.

His gaze lingered on the oyster on his plate.

Lifting his chin, his eyes full of amusement, he said in a light, slow voice, “One might not be enough." Yvette raised her eyes, a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything. She picked another one from the plate for him. "Two."" Jeremiah nodded with satisfaction. "Alright, I'll do my best." Yvette heard this and was a bit puzzled. Why is this guy acting so strange all of a sudden? Andrew, watching them from the side, was almost bursting with laughter. Isn't this just a classic case of a straightforward girl and a reserved guy?' He tried to hold back his laughter.

Bonnie shifted slightly. ‘Has this person suddenly lost it?" "Why are you laughing” -Jeremiah and Yvette both looked at Andrew.

Jeremiah shot him a warning glance, while Yvette just gave him blank look.

Andrew was going through a rebellious phase. He looked at Yvette with a strange expression, trying hard not to laugh, and said, "Yvette, you're giving Jeremiah oysters..." Yvette didn't understand what Andrew meant by that. She nodded and glanced at Jeremiah sideways. "Can't you cat oystery?" Jeremiah's eyes slowly darkened as he met her clear, bright eyes. He felt a little restless inside. “I can." Hearing he could eat them, Yvette didn't say anything more and continued eating the lobster meat in her bowl. Andrew was struggling to hold it back. If Yvette had asked even one more question, he would have definitely blurted it out.

Jeremiah shot Andrew another look, and Andrew swallowed his words entirely. 'Fine... Just let Jeremiah keep his thoughts to himself...

As soon as Robert and Victor walked into the old manor of the Carter family, an ashtray flew right at them Victor, being young and quick, dodged out of the way.

Robert, being less nimble, got hit squarely by the ashtray. With ashes all over him, Roberttet out a loud shout, "Who? Who dares to throw at me?" Claude sat on the sofa with a cane, next to Rebecca, who was impeccably dressed in professional attire. Both of them had serious expressions, making people feel nervous, Victor was the first to greet them respectfully, "Grandpa, Sis." Recently, Claude was quite satisfied with Victor.

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Victor had finally settled down and was willing to work at the company, looking more like an heir, so Claude didn't look down on him like before. His attitude to Victor had becmuch softer. "Cand sit." Victor nodded, walked over, and sat quietly beside Claude. He was very well-behaved.

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Claude turned and saw Robert looking so pitiful, which made him furious. What did I do at did I do deservera childlike this, who is only good for squandering the family fortune? "It was me. What? Do you think you can hitback?" When Robert heard that voice, childhood nightmares rushed back. He quickly shook his head.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Claude. "No, Dad, I didn't mean it like that. Why did you hitfor no reason?" Speaking of which, Robert felt somewhat wronged. I haven't done anything wrong lately, right? Why did Dad start hitting me? That's just unreasonable.

Claude gripped the cane tightly. His face worn with age and furrowed with anger. His droopy eyes, shaped like an inverted triangle.

Just seeing Claude sit there without saying a word, Robert trembled in fear, too scared to speak.

Rebecca smoothly took a pill out of her pocket and gave it to Claude, helping him calm down.

"Grandpa, please don't get upset.

Let's talk it over calmly. Getting angry won't solve anything now: We need to think hard about how to remedy this situation and minimize the losses." Robert listened, completely puzzled and confused.

He never thought much of his daughter Rebecca. Even when she pleaded for him, he just thought it was fake sympathy.

But now, in front of Claude, Robert didn't dare make a sound.

Claude spoke after taking his medicine, "Rebecca, tell him exactly what happened this afternoon. Let this rebellious jerk Ads by Pubfuture know what he's done."