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

Samantha choked up for a moment and thought, 'Since he's not afraid of losing face, why should I be?' Samantha sat back in her chair, glanced around at everyone. She cleared her throat gently and said, "Three years ago, I went to South East Aploth to expand our company's projects and partnered with a local firm. However, they pulled a fast one onby hiring someone to robof my wallet and luggage. Unable to reach anyone at that moment, I ended up encountering him in a dark alley near a bar." As Samantha spoke, she pointed to Charles, whose face was stone-cold, and her expression beca bit unnatural. After a brief pause, she continued to say, "At that time, he seemed to be wounded by a gunshot in the alley. I noticed a black suitcase nearby, filled with quite a bit of cash. So, I just took a few bills to tideover." Jeremiah glanced at Samantha and thought, "If it were as simple as that, Charles wouldn't be this angry." Upon hearing this, Andrew felt immense sorrow and anger. He thought, 'None of us knew about this. That bold and reckless South East Aploth company actually dared to target his sister. What an idiot!" Andrew was furious and asked, "Samantha, what's the nof that company? Do they go bankrupt?" Samantha glanced at Andrew, and said, "Of course, I wouldn't let someone like that off easily. After I cback, I used my own ways to bring that company down." Thinking about it now, her voice turns cold. Then she continued to say, "I brought that company down back then and the person behind the schis probably picking trash somewhere now." Andrew thought Charles was upset over this, so he quickly patted Charles on the shoulder and said, “Bro, if it's because my sister took your money, I apologize for her. Lettreat you to a meal and sdrinks, and please don't be upset anymore." Charles looked at Samantha.

He said with his eyes flickered, "Go on." Samantha knew Charles wasn't upset about just money. With sreluctance, she explained to Charles, "At that time, I really had no choice. My suitcase was robbed, and I didn't even have any clothes to wear. It was so cold at night, so I just took off your shirt and wore it. Hey, at least I used your phone to call for an ambulance for you." Hearing that, Charles sneered.

In fact, Samantha really did call him an ambulance and the ambulance cand took the disheveled Charles to the hospital. Along the way, people took photos of him, a shirtless and injured man being carried out of a bar alley in the middle of the night. How could you possibly put a positive spin on that? By the next day, it was all over the local headlines and his face was shown without any mosaics. This incident later becknown to the entire underworld in Mysonna, and becthe biggest joke of his life. How could Charles not be angry? After Samantha finished speaking, Andrew also fell silent and gave her a look that suggested she was on her own. He thought, 'If I were Charles, I would probably want to kill Samantha too. It was such a huge embarrassment!" Of course, Samantha knew she was wrong, and what she did wasn't right. So, Samantha, who had never apologized to anyone in over twenty years, admitted her mistake this time. She faced Charles and said, "I really owe you an apology for this. You can do whatever you want to me." Andrew hesitated for a moment and stepped forward, standing in front of Samantha, his tall presence radiating a sense of safety.

Samantha suddenly felt a bit moved. She thought, 'Had the day finally cwhen Andrew was mature enough to protect me?' Charles glanced at the two siblings who seemed deeply attached to each other and snorted. However, the next second, Andrew extended his hand in a gesture of "please," then stepped aside and said with a smile, "Charles, Samantha won't fight back. So you better hurry and take this rare opportunity. Go ahead and don't hesitate. Just make sure fot to hurt anyone innocent. Although we're siblings, we're not that close. I won't feel embarrassed." Charles was taken aback and felt a little confused for the first tin his life. He was now questioning if these two were really siblings. Weren't they half-siblings? Samantha felt like her earlier feelings of being touched were completely wasted. She thought, 'Do I have a younger brother? I am sure I don't. I have already decided on what his epitaph would say Yvette looked at the empty wine glass in front of her, just about to pour herself another. Jeremiah's large hand covered hers. He gave a slight smile and spoke in a low voice, "Enough for now let's drink again next time." Yvette half-closed her eyes and flipped her hair, her exquisite features seemingly bathed in golden light under the setting sun. Her gaze was pure, dark, and shiny.

Yvette gave Jeremiah a gentle smile that reached her eyes, with light and shadow mingling, like the brightness of blooming flowers, which made Jeremiah's breathing slow down for a moment. They were in their own world, into which no one else could blend.

Yvette nodded obediently.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, no more drinking." Then she placed her hands on both sides of her knees, sitting even straighter than a primary school student. Jeremiah sighed and thought, 'Alright. She was being so well-behaved; she must be drunk again.

Charles watched Samantha and said in a deep voice, "Forget it, let's leave the past behind us.” Samantha was surprised that Charles let it go so easily, considering he didn't seem like someone to mess with. After all, anyone who could.silently endure so much bloodshed surely wasn't to be trifled with. Samantha knew in her heart that it was only because of Yvette. Turning her head, Samantha finally had the chance to look at Jeremiah and Yvette.

When Samantha saw Yvette sitting on the couch without any expression, and the empty wine glass in front of her, she knew it was all over. She quickly stepped forward and asked Jeremiah, “Mr. Chavez, how many glasses has she had?" Jeremiah rubbed his temples, and replied in a deep voice, "Two glasses."

Upon hearing Samantha's voice, Yvette turned to look at her and flashed a broad smile. Samantha felt like she was on high, alert. She thought, 'Yvette had smiled, exactly the ssmile as before she attacked people last time.' Samantha quickly took steps back.

Andrew and Charles watched her reaction, feeling very puzzled. They wondered, 'What's going on?' Samantha glanced back at Charles and Andrew, staying silent for several seconds. She thought, 'Charles is a decent guy, and I owe him quite a favor. I need to repay him. Andrew? I have already decided what to put on his tombstone anyway. So I might choose him to save myself shassle. After Samantha's thoughtless deliberation, she turned to Jeremiah and said something only the two of them could understand, "Mr. Chavez, two choices, I pick Andrew, what about you?" Jeremiah's lips curled up into a faint smile as he glanced at Charles and Andrew, both confused. There was still a bit of brotherly bond there. So In a low voice, he said, "I choose Charles."

Samantha felt frustrated. Their opinions didn't match, so it would be difficult to proceed. She thought, What did Charles do to annoy Mr.

Chavez? Why did Mr. Chavez choose Charles at this moment? Well, it looks like the decision has to go to the person who's already drunk. Samantha looked at Yvette with sincerity in her eyes, and carefully asked, "Yve, who would you pick between Charles and Andrew?" Yvette loved making choices most when she was drunk. She raised her eyes, with a hint of haziness and confusion in the depths of her pupils, and slowly murmured, "Pick who? Is this a multiple-choice question?" Samantha said, "That's right, you need to choose one. Only one person have wishes." X