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

Chapter 557

91%0

Jeremiah's hand, holding the water cup, paused slightly before she nonchalantly took another sip. The loyalty of

the Seventy-Two Chambers' members to Yvette was so extrthat it was truly shocking

Yvette lifted her eyelids and glanced at the four hall leaders opposite her. Each of their faces was filled with

seriousness and determination. She curled her lips slightly, her eyes remaining unchanged, and asked slowly,

"Are you The four nodded. Each one was feared throughout the underworld and was then behaving like obedient

students in front of Yvette, exuding not a hint of menace.

Ms. Zeller, we've made up our minds, they said in unison.

Yvette lightly drummed her fingers on the table and leaned back lazily. She said, "Stay until the end of the year-

this tnext year, I'll cand take you home."

The four were stunned upon hearing that. Did she just say she would take them home? For them, hwas

wherever Yvette

They were all orphans. When they met Yvette, they were utterly alone. Although older than her by a few years,

they were guided by her in both training and life-a ten-year-old leading a group of older kids to where they stood

that day. Their fondest memories weren't of the vibrant nightlife of the underworld but of the two years spent in

the training camp. Those years, despite the grueling hardships, were the most meaningful of their lives.

Yvette was merciless in her training methods, yet those days were filled with purpose.

Later, the days of sweeping through the underworld under her leadership becequally unforgettable. Despite

life-and-death battles, not a single member was lost because, with her around, even death couldn't claim them.

The four, in unison, shouted with years of tacit understanding, Ms. Zeller, we'll wait to go hwith you!"

Looking at the excited four, Yvette replied in a low voice, "Go back and tell Braydon that I'll take you all next

year."

She had no intention of keeping that a secret No one could stop her from taking her people. The four nodded,

well aware of her personality. When she said she would take Seventy-Two Chambers, even Braydon would have

to agree. Going back to notify Braydon was merely a formality. Yvette had always been that assertive.

Once the Seventy-Two Chambers members had left, Maimmediately entered. Upon seeing Yvette, he lowered

his head, no longer his earlier talkative self, but rather nervous and uneasy

Having been in the southern region for so many years, Maknew a thing or two. That a figure like Yvette would

cto eat at his diner, behaving so courteously, was something he still found hard to believe.

Yvette walked unhurriedly toward the door, Jeremiah following beside her. As she passed Mario, she paused,

causing his heart to race, unsure whether to look up or noL

Yvette glanced down at the tense Maand said casually, "Your food tastes very good With that, she and

Jeremiah pushed open the door and left

Mabroke out in a cold sweat. He had thought she was displeased with him. It turned out she was

complimenting his cooking. Only after they had left did he finally relax.

Surveying the mess left behind, he sighed. Times were getting tougher, especially with the gang conflicts in the

southern region that showed no signs of ending. Onlary folks like him ways bore the brunt of it As he cleaned up,

he noticed something unusual on the table where Yvette had sat. He thought he was seeing things-a slip

10:43 Thu, Dec 26 Go

Chapter 557

of paper resembling a check; He bent down for a closer look.

When he realized it was indeed a check, Mafroze. It was a 150 thousand-dollar check. A whole year's

backbreaking work wouldn't even earn him half that. And right then, the sum had appeared out of nowhere.

As his emotions settled, holding the lightweight check in his hands, Masat on the recently cleaned blue chair,

deeply moved. There was no need to guess who had left the check,

That lofty figure, who seemed unreachable, had remembered his struggling diner even after leaving. Mario's

heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and complexity.

In the car, Jeremiah was driving while occasionally glancing at Yette, who was curled up in the passenger seat

engrossed in a game. His lips curled into a smile.

Yvette had personally written a check for the diner owner. Only he would bother to handle such after-sale issues

in the underworld.

Yvette, half-lowering her lashes, casually eliminated another player in her game. Without lifting her head, she

asked in a low voice. "What are you smiling at?"

Jeremiah, holding the steering wheel with one hand, turned a comer leisurely and replied in a deep voice, "I like

to smile."

His words made Yvette pause her game. She looked up, abandoning the gentirely, and glanced at Jeremiah.

"Men are liars. What else do you like?" she asked slowly. Jeremiah, turning the steering wheel again, answered

without hesitation. I like you" His expression was earnest, his tone

sincere.

Yvette rested her chin on her hand and replied, "That just proves you have good taste."

Jeremiah was used to her occasional bouts of self-adoration. His expression remained calm as he countered,

"Then, who do you like?" His question was light as if he didn't care about the answer. Yvette arched her delicate

brows, tilted her head, and replied lazily, "I like Coke."

Jeremiah's grip on the steering wheel faltered slightly. 'Who's Coke now? he wondered.

Yvette, after speaking, closed her eyes unhurriedly, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Back at the mansion, Jeremiah sat on the office sofa, his face illuminated by dim light. His sharp features,

prominent nose, and unbuttoned white shirt revealed a pale collarbone, exuding an air of abstinence.

He was still wondering who this Coke was that Yvette had mentioned. Turning his phone in his hand. Jeremiah

opened it, found a contact labeled "Eagle King, and made the call.

In Betrico, Eagle King, dressed in red shorts, a green tank top, and blue slippers, stared at the unfamiliar

number, Afier confirming it, he answered cautiously, "Mr. Chavez, what a rare call, What's the occasion?"

Eagle King wasn't foolish. Jeremiah wouldn't call him for idle cha-chat. If he received a call, it was most likely

related to Yvette. He knew his place well.

Jeremiah, listening to the water running in the bathroom, asked in a deep voice. "Who's Coke?"

Eagle King froze at the question 'Coke? Who's that? he wondered. He had no idea.

Jeremiah waited for a few seconds,

and when no ren nee Knew

Fol KigoignEkn Ww either. He

: " H

Uttered, "Forget it and hung up. The

content is on novelenglish.net! Read

the latest chapter there!

: : : |

Eagle King, who was in Betrico's

photo studio, was houigered id!

ree aghis Shenk; utterly perplexed.

Then, suddenly The content is on

novelenglish.net! Read the latest

chapter there!

SEND GIFT

10:43 Thu, Dec 26 G.

Chapter 557

realizing something, he grinned mischievously and opened the group chat app.

The group chat's nwas "Happy Family," with group leaders Eagle King" and "Samantha

That chat group, created after their

return from South East Apleth,

included everyone Prorat

popfereren Whe her they had met

ornot, they were all friends or

comrades of the pair. The group

buzzed with activity daily, though the

two remained blissfully unaware. The

content is on novelenglish.net! Read

the latest chapter there!

The group had a clear rule-to not add Yvette or Jeremiah.

0