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

Chapter 560 191% 91%%a Yvette nodded, her eyebrows lifting as she remarked casually, "You behave like an animal when you act without thinking" Silas was taken aback. Deep down, he felt a bit guilty about it, considering he had quite a few girlfriends over the years. Seeing Silas act cute at his age was quite off-putting, but he did not seem to realize it. Yvette looked up lazily. Her eyes reflected her usual calm demeanor. She exchanged glances with Silas before leaving with both hands shoved inside her pockets.

He rubbed his nose and switched the topic quickly, saying, "Yvette, I actually have something to tell you today. Can you what it is?" guess If she stayed any longer, it would be hard for her not to slap the wide smile off Silas' face.

Seeing Yvette about to leave, Silas quickly tried to stop her. He said pitifully, "Con! Really? I'm just asking you to guess. Can't you be more patient with me? Just a little?" Yvette stopped in her tracks, letting out a soft laugh. She pursed her lips and replied straightforwardly; "Nope, so you better spill before I leave." Silas quickly followed up and said, "I'll tell you, okay? No need to start using bad words now," Silas decided not to beat around the bush anymore, knowing Yvette would definitely leave out of impatience if he did.

He said, "You previously mentioned that Betrico University wanted to inviteto be an honorary professor. I've already contacted them. Once we wrap up the matter with the enhanced No.7 Toxin next month, I'll head to Betrico University for about a year, at least." Clearing his throat, Silas continued, "I want to train more talented people in the medical industry. It's a long but important journey ahead." Yvette did not show much surprise, only turning her head to stare at Silas with a serious expression. She dragged out her words, saying, "Speak clearly" Silas, who had just taken a sip of water, almost choked. He quickly soothed himself and caught his breath. Silas mumbled under his breath, "I heard that in Clusia, older folks love doing the square dance. Haven't I done enough jazz and walizes here? I thought I could try out a different dance style in Clusia, Yvette walked leisurely over to a chair. She sat down, leaned back, and crossed one leg over the other. She said playfully, "A new dance style? Are you sure you're not just looking for a new dance partner?" Silas stared at Yvette with a pout. His expression grew increasingly pitiful with her repeated teasing.

'Did she have to be that blunt? he thought.

Silas decided to put aside his pride and admitted frankly, "I feel like my life-long true love is destined to be found in the distant and mysterious Aploth. It's like God is guidingthere With a sincere expression, Silas almost looked like he had received divine guidance Yvette narrowed her eyes a little, resting her hand on the chair. Her lashes lowered as a mischievous smile flashed across her face. She said, "You never believed in God! Silas looked as though he might cry, each of Yvette's words felte a dagger to his heart. If they contiqued this conversation, he might just suffer from a stroke. 10:43 Thu, Dec 26 G Ito.

Chapter 560 €91%0 All he could think of now was that the further Yvette was, the better. At the very least, he did not want to see her again this year.

The Golden Exhibit Center in Mysona was known as the oldest and largest concert hall in Mysonna, It was now used mainly for large-scale music events.

Only world-class musicians and performers could hold their concerts and recitals here. It was considered a sacred venue for everyone in the music industry.

This year, the Golden Exhibit Center hosted no more than five pianists for recitals. The next recital would feature Elliot Ross, the eldest son of the prestigious Ross family. Elliot gained fat a young age.

When he was eight years old, he took the music industry by stom with his original piece, "Despaired Soul." He won almost all the major awards that year. This established him as a unique presence in the music industry and cemented his unparalleled status. Elliot would receive more than 30 million dollars in royalties every year from "Despaired Soul" Clyde, Elliot's assistant, dismissed everyone in the break room, leaving just the two of them. Once alone, Elliot dropped his gentlemanly facade and turned irritable.

He threw the sheet music at Clyde's face and shouted angrily, Where's the new sheet music? Is it still not done? Months have passed! Those useless people can't even produce a decent piece, even with all the money I spend on them. These are all trash! If this gets published, what will happen to my reputation? Clyde had grown used to Elliot's angry outbursts. Whenever things did not go couldn't see. Clyde carefully picked up the scattered sheet music from the floor.

his way, he would lose his mind where others Clyde pleaded, "Mr. Ross, please don't be upset. They've said that if you give them a few more months, they'll definitely produce a piece that will satisfy you. So..." Before Clyde could finish speaking, Elliot kicked him to the ground and cursed loudly, "What did you say? Wait? I've already waited for so fucking long!" He fumed, "If I can't cup with a new piece this year, what will people think of me? All of them are ready to dragdown from the pedestal and replace me. Keep dreaming! They should all go to hell!" Clyde appeared humble on the surface, but deep down, he harbored a strong sense of contempt. Ever since Elliot released. the groundbreaking "Despaired Soul' piece at eight, he hadn't been able to produce anything as notable.

The whispers in the music industry had grown louder in recent years. They claimed that Elliot was a genius who fell off. He could no longer write good music.

Having worked with Elliot for many years, Clyde knew that Elliot's musical talent was not as impressive as the rumors made him out to be.

It was absolutely impossible for Elliot to compose a piece like "Despaired antifit Soul. But if it was plagiarized, why O didn't anyone cforward to expose it? Why was he handed the ticket to fClyde was puzzled to no end.

Elliot was very ry secretive about this piece, never bringing it up himself. Whenever he returned from a performance, he would throw a tantrum and smash things like he was possessed.

Clyde reassured Elliot, replying in a humble tone, "Mr. Ross, please don't be angry. I will continue to urge them every day Right now, the most important thing for you is the reciul in the days. The president of the International Music 10 43 Thu, Dec26 GIU Chapter 560 B%91% Association will personally attend. Whether or not you can get a high-ranking membership in the association hinges on this recital," he said.

At this point, Elliot finally calmed down, his expression relaxing noticeably. Becoming @high-fanking member of the association would silence all the critics. Who would still dare to doubt him and say his inspiration had run dry? With his sharp and decisive voice, Elliot said, "Send the invitation card to Derek. Tell him if he doesn't show up to supportthis time, we won't be bros anymore."

Clyde nodded, looking a bit troubled.

The relationship between Elliot and Derek had been strained over the years. Nd one! exactly knew what caused it. Each tthey met, it was like oil and water. The rift between them was deep.