Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
Posted on February 26, 2025 · 1 mins read
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Just minutes ago, as Emmett returned from the restroom and passed the first-floor exhibition hall, he saw Yvette standing near the raw emerald, idly playing with her phone. He thought, Her? He recognized Yvette from the police station; Jeremiah had rushed back from an important military meeting to retrieve her.

It was clear how important Yvette was to Jeremiah. In all the years Emmett had served him, this was the first time he'd witnessed such affection. If nothing else changed, Yvette's future status would be unparalleled; Jeremiah's choice was absolute.

Yet, Emmett wondered what made Yvette so special. Among Betrico's high-society ladies, he couldn't understand why Jeremiah would choose a mere university student. Because she's pretty? he mused. Beautiful women were plentiful. Why her? Before he could ponder further, Emmett returned to the second-floor VIP room to report to Jeremiah.

Meanwhile, on the first floor, Edward continued pressing Martin to bid on the emerald. However, Martin wasn't foolish. He doubted Edward's generosity and the emerald itself, finally declining, "If you like it so much, Mr. Jones, go ahead."

Edward gritted his teeth. He'd heard rumors the emerald was problematic, its green hue raising suspicion. Martin's purchase would have elevated the Jones family above the Garcias as Lommore's leading jewelry business. Now, everything was ruined—because of Yvette.

Edward's eyes gleamed with malice. With his gang connections, dealing with Yvette would be easy.

Meanwhile, Martin, attributing it to coincidence, felt a newfound respect for Yvette, who had interrupted him at the opportune moment.

"When did you arrive?" Jeremiah's lips curled into a smile as he approached Yvette. His heart pounded with more excitement than ever before.

Surrounded by onlookers, Yvette registered Jeremiah's voice with a brief flash of surprise, followed by a sigh. She hadn't expected to see him here. As he approached, the crowd instinctively parted, his imposing aura leaving little choice. Emmett, in a sharp black suit, followed closely, radiating an equally formidable presence.

Jeremiah reached Yvette, their eyes meeting. The warmth in his eyes was intense. Yvette, unable to sustain eye contact, averted her gaze, replying, "A couple of days ago."

Jeremiah nodded, his tone softening with a tenderness reserved only for her. "Let's go."

Without hesitation, Yvette glanced at him, her voice losing its coldness. "All right." She followed, exhibiting a deep, almost unconscious trust, without asking their destination.

Nearby, Kevin, seeing them leave, found unexpected courage and called out, "Hey, Yvette, are you just going to leave?"

Yvette paused, turning to face him. Ignoring Martin's conflicted expression, she produced an envelope and handed it to Kevin. "Here." Then she left.

Kevin watched until she disappeared around the corner. Edward, silent since Jeremiah's arrival, dared not speak. Moments before, he'd plotted against Yvette; now, he wouldn't even breathe loudly.

He recognized the white envelope. It wasn't just any invitation—it was a diamond VIP pass, beyond price. She took it from her pocket, Edward thought. It wasn't given to her. She was no ordinary person.

Without a word, Edward slipped away.

Kevin was puzzled by Edward's drastic change in demeanor. Moments ago, he'd been arrogant and aggressive; now, he was completely different.

Even Martin was baffled, staring at the envelope. If he didn't realize his misjudgment, he was a fool. Yvette wasn't Kevin's guest; she'd arrived independently—with a diamond VIP invitation. Their regular invitation paled in comparison. And the man with her was clearly no ordinary person.

"Uncle Martin, do you know what this is?" Kevin asked, waving the envelope.

Martin quickly took it, his voice filled with excitement. "My goodness, Kevin, this is a diamond VIP invitation! We can go to the second floor! We won't have to fight for space—we can bid from private rooms! Where did you meet that girl? You lucky fool!"

Kevin remained just as bewildered. A diamond VIP? He'd spoken to Yvette only out of concern. Now, he felt embarrassed to learn her true status.

In the second-floor VIP room, Yvette leaned back, sipping coffee Jeremiah had poured. She remained silent, playing a game on her phone. Jeremiah, understanding her habits, said little. He refilled her cup, ensuring it was full. Proper etiquette dictated against this, but Yvette found half-full cups inconvenient.

Initially shocked, Emmett was now numb. In the last half hour, he'd watched the usually serious Jeremiah steal glances at Yvette, pour her coffee, and even place a plate of fruit before her. He wouldn't be surprised if Jeremiah offered to feed her.

Yvette had barely spoken. Aside from answering Jeremiah's questions, she'd remained silent. They were a perfect match in their taciturnity.

Emmett wondered how Yvette remained so composed. This was Kransbay, not Clusia; danger lurked everywhere. A young woman at a stone gambling auction—and so calm?

"Interested in stone gambling? Playing hooky?" Jeremiah sat beside her, his voice warm and teasing.

Yvette lowered her phone, her eyes narrowing. "So-so," she replied calmly. "I didn't skip class, just took a leave."

Emmett sighed inwardly. That's not the point! he thought. Why is she here, in Kransbay, at an emerald auction? This wasn't a place for college students.


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