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

After Layla finished speaking, she shot Wyatt a look that was just shy of leaping into his arms. To be honest, Wyatt was her ideal choice. She thought, 'So what if he is a bit older? He is still elegant and charming! At Wyatt's age, he was already a mayor, and becoming a governor was practically within his grasp. She had already looked into it-Wyatt's family was from Betrico.

If she could get her hands on him, being a mistress wouldn't be out of the question. After all, anyone with power and influence was her target.

Wyatt avoided Layla's gaze. He thought, 'This woman must be crazy. What in the world does she see in me?' Zachary asked, "Yvette, could you tell us what she did?" Hearing Zachary's tone, Layla felt uneasy. Zachary didn't sound like he was about to reprimand Yvette at all. Yvette looked up and glanced at Layla, who was quietly wiping her tears and acting like a victim. With a daring lift of her eyebrows, she seriously replied to Zachary, “She askedto help her find a rich and powerful man in Betrico." Hearing this, Wyatt struggled to hold back a laugh. Seeing Yvette's deadpan face, it was surprisingly funny to hear her make that comment.

Zachary rubbed his temples. He really hadn't expected Layla, who normally seemed so honest, to show her true colors now. She wanted Yvette to introduce her to sguys. Truly shameless she had no shsaying something like that.

Layla was shocked that Yvette actually said it out loud so directly She was flustered for a moment, but luckily, she had strong nerves and quickly regained her composure.

Layla quickly explained, "No, that's not what I meant. I just... I just thought since Yvette knows spromising young men in Betrico, maybe I could meet them and make sfriends. It is a misunderstanding, honestly a misunderstanding by Yvette." Anyway, since there was no third person around earlier, as long as she stuck to her story that she never said those words, then it would all be Yvette's doing - she'd still have a chance.

Yvette looked at the stubborn Layla and said calmly, "There's a camera above your head. Want to take a look?" Those light words made Layla, who had just been denying everything, freeze. Cold sweat started trickling down her back and her hands, resting by her sides, instinctively clenched.

She never expected the Chambers residence to have a camera at the entrance. Back when she used to hang out with Winona and visit the Chambers, there was no camera. She wondered, 'How cthey installed one suddenly?' Zachary had been so busy these days that he was completely frazzled. He even forgot that just a few days ago he installed cameras at the entrance, making it easy to see who was doing what and saying what.

But he didn't even need to check; he trusted his daughter wouldn't stoop telling such a lie.

Zachary spoke coldly to Layla, “The camera footage is always available; if there's a misunderstanding, we can all take a look and clear it up." Layla quickly shook her head and said through gritted teeth, "No need, Mr. Chambers, I just remembered something I have to do. I won't bother you any longer; I'll be going now." After speaking, Layla wanted nothing more than to flee the Chambers's residence at lightning speed in her high heels, ignoring the curious glances from the household staff as she made her hasty exit.

Wyatt and Zachary watched Layla's embarrassed retreat with the sthought, 'She brought this on herself! Wyatt had achieved his goals for the day, showing interest in Yvette and indicating friendliness with the Chambers. It was tfor him to leave, as staying longer would only be awkward.

He thought, 'The father and daughter haven't seen each other for so long, they surely have a lot to catch up on.

Thinking of this, Wyatt said, "Mr. Chambers, Ms. Zeller, it's getting late, so I won't keep you any longer. I'll visit again another day when the tpermits." Yvette nodded and said, "Take care, Mr. Langford." Zachary escorted them to the front gate, only returning to the living room after watching the car drive away. He looked at Yvette sitting on the sofa, his eyes lingering for a moment with a trace of guilt.

He thought, 'This child becsuch an outstanding person in times and places I wasn't aware of. How much effort did it take? What hardships did she face as a young girl? Perhaps only she knows.

Zachary took the fruit platter from the servant and walked over to sit on the couch. He placed the fruit platter in front of Yvette and gently asked, "How long do you plan to stay this time” Zachary knew Yvette couldn't be confined by a small town like Seacrity. She had her own vast world, and all he could do in Seacrity was to be her silent support.

Yvette looked at Zachary. He seemed much older than when she first met him, with hints of gray already showing at his temples.

"I'm not sure. Maybe two weeks, a month," Yvette said. Her main reason for coming back this twas for her exams at Argrol University.

Zachary nodded, his voice grew deeper, with a touch of pleading. "Can you promise to stay at hduring this time?" Meanwhile, Layla finally spotted her driver by the roadside. Once she got into the car, with no other way to vent her pent-up anger, she yelled and screamed like a crazy woman, even giving the driver a slap.

Over the years, the driver had becaccustomed to this. Layla would always vent her frustrations on those around her. In public, she acted like a refined lady, but no one had a darker heart than Layla.

The driver had no choice; he had to endure it for the sake of the high salary.

Layla finally let off ssteam. She looked at herself in the rearview om mirror, her eyes bloodshot. After thinking for a moment, she took out her phone and called a number she hadn't dialed in a long time. As soon as the call connected, Layla began to cry and complain, Winona, where are you? Can you cout? I miss you so much.

"My family has been keeping a close watch onand didn't letcontact you, but they've finally givensfreedom. The moment I got my phone, I called you.

"How have you been? Can you cout for a while? I really want to see you, is that okay?"

At the Carter residence, Winona was surprised to receive a call from Layla. Since her incident her friends treated her like an outcast, cutting her off completely. Even Layla, who used to be her best friend, did the same. Winona thought they would remain strangers for the rest of their lives. Unexpectedly, Layla called, and Winona hoped that maybe Layla had her reasons.

Winona pushed Robert off her. She said, "Layla, it's not convenient forright now. How about we meet tomorrow morning at the club we often visit downtown?" Seeing that Winona believed what she said, Layla felt secretly pleased and immediately agreed. "Alright, Winona, see you tomorrow."

Winona looked at Robert, who started snoring right after she pushed him aside, feeling a bit disgusted. This old man had exhausted himself with drinking and women. Now that her pregnancy had stabilized, they hadn't held back when they were together. She had already lost Victor's favor, so she couldn't afford to lose Robert's too. For the sake of the baby she was carrying, she had to keep Robert firmly by her side.