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

Chapter 633 As the most clueless member of the group, Chris still didn't quite understand. Puzzled, he asked, "How does that relate?" Frankie felt a strong urge to knock ssense into Chris, wondering just how dense he could be. Taking a deep breath, he lectured Chris, "If you respond with 'yeah' when your girlfriend complains about gaining weight, you'll lose her. But if you say 'no,' they'll just call you a liar." Pausing, he continued, "So, the best approach is to avoid commenting on their weight altogether. Only they can call themselves fat in this whole wide world, and as men, it's best to steer clear of that sensitive topic.

Bruce nodded in agreement, saying to Sienna, "You do whatever makes you happy Sienna. Your happiness is all that matters." Sienna drained her glass of wine and replied, "What exactly do you mean by that? You don't care about my figure at all, do you? Well, sleep alone tonight. Goodbye." She sashayed away after that, leaving Emmett, Chris, and Bruce stunned and puzzled while Frankie fumed in exasperation at Bruce's hopeless stupidity.

Bruce turned to Frankie, asking sheepishly, "What did I do wrong?" Jeremiah finished peeling the fruits and placed them neatly on the plate before looking at the puzzled Bruce. "If your girlfriend thinks you're wrong, then you're wrong, even when that's clearly not the case." Though his words were directed at Bruce, his gaze remained fixed on Yvette.

Yvette finished the last piece of pizza and met Jeremiah's gaze, commenting lazily, "You're quite insightful." Jeremiah nodded, his breath brushing her ear as he leaned in and whispered, "I'm glad you approve, teacher. I'll do better under your guidance." The others didn't catch his words, but they saw Yvette's expression shift after he whispered to her. Emmett cleared his throat and tactfully said, "I'm returning to my room, Mr. Chavez, Yvette." take a nap." go With that, he hurried toward one of the rooms while Bruce followed suit. "I'm exhausted. Guess וויד Chris, reading the room and realizing he'd soon be stuck witnessing a public display of affection if he didn't leave soon, quickly excused himself. "The stock's been unstable lately, and I need to keep an eye on it. Goodbye, Mr. Chavez, Yvette." Frankie was the last one remaining out of the four. At times, he could be surprisingly sharp, but other times, he acted downright clueless. Hanging around with a mischievous grin, he said, "You guys go ahead. Just pretend I'm not even here." In the next instant, Jeremiah snatched the knife and fork from the table. The blade caught the light as he axed Frankie with a cold, half-smile. "Pretend you don't exist? I could make that a reality," he said, his voice icy. Frankie gave a start and stumbled back, warily eyeing the knife in Jeremiah's hand. Then, without another word, he left in such a hurry that he left the door wide open, the entire process taking less than ten seconds. Yvette glanced at the open door and arched her brow, looking at Jeremiah teasingly. "Have I ever taught you to not frighten people?" Jeremiah gazed at her with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned in.

Their breaths mingled, and he pecked her lightly on the nose, smiled, and whispered with a languid, alluring tone into her car, "Teacher." 1/3 10:02 Tue, Dec 31 Chapter 633 1.

Yvette grabbed Jeremiah's chin and planted a kiss on it, her green eyes filled with defiance. "Good boy." Jeremiah's breath quickened as he thought, 'She's flirting withagain.

Before Jeremiah could say anything else, Yvette pushed him aside, yawned, and said, "I'm sleepy." Jeremiah glanced down at his abdomen, then up at the girl, who clearly had no intention of finishing what she started. Steadying himself, he muttered, "I'm tired too. Let's just sleep." 87%1 Yvette flashed a mischievous smile, her finger pointing at the area beneath his custom-made belt. With a playful smirk, she teased, "Sleepy? Really? Sparts of you seem pretty wide awake." Jeremiah stiffened at her words, rooted to the spot as he watched Yvette saunter away. him, and he fought the urge to grab her and teach her a lesson for speaking so audaciously.

A surge of frustration welled inside up Meanwhile, at a private hospital, the attending physician was left puzzled after treating Sage and Callum's injuries and conducting a few additional tests.

When the nurse informed him that both had regained consciousness, he rushed over without hesitation. As major figures in the underworld, Sage and Callum were not to be trifled with, and the hospital couldn't afford to make any missteps with them. The doctor pushed open the door to find Callum and Sage wearing grim expressions. Their wounds ached and itched unbearably, leaving them itching to scratch, but unable to. Both of them seethed in silence -like two enraged lions, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

Callum shot the doctor a glare, hurling a pillow in his direction as he demanded, "Why are we so itchy? What's going on?" Sage, who was plump, suffered even more than Callum. His itching was unbearable, and he scratched furiously, desperate for any kind of relief.

The relentless scratching caused Sage's freshly dressed wounds to reopen, and blood began to pour out uncontrollably. Despite his miserable state, his eyes, burning with fury, his eyes • locked onto the doctor as though he wanted to devour him. The doctor spoke shakily, "Mr. Barnes, Mr.

Young, after examining your injuries, we've concluded that your wounds are gunshot wounds, aggravated by immersion in scalding hot water. This has led to infection and severe inflammation." He paused and continued, "As for the intense itching, it appears to be caused by an unknown powder. As for what powder it is, we'll need further tests to identify it."

The doctor was clearly troubled; the small amount of white powder recovered from the wounds didn't! match any known medications on the E! market. They wouldn't be able to find it in a short while. Identifying the substance would take tand further testing. Callum and Sage exchanged a knowing look. They both had a sinking feeling-they had fallen into a trap. A gunshot wound alone wouldn't cause this level of itching. They silently wondered when and where they had been ambushed.

After the doctor finished speaking, he stepped aside, his head lowered, too terrified to even make a sound.

Sage paused for a moment, his mind racing, then voiced his suspicion. "Mr. Barnes, do you think the Clusia woman, Yvette, might be behind this? Could she have set us up?" Callum immediately dismissed Sage's suspicion, shaking his head. "Impossible. Yvette couldn't have known about Jasper's plan in advance."

He added, "How could she have known Jasper sent someone to assassinate us, prepared that M powder and predicted we'd barge into their private room? Such coincidences don't happen. This has to be Jasper's doing. 10:02 Tue, Dec 31 OG. Chapter 633 Sage nodded thoughtfully before suddenly exclaiming, "It must have been that coffee we drank!"