Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
Secrets Of Mrs 145

Chapter 145

Dennis gazed at his favorite daughter, filled with disappointment. She had been so desperate to marry Zachary, but what she got in return was nothing but heartbreak and loss. She was manipulated and brought shame to the Smith family. Staring at Nellie with cold eyes, he asked. "Has Zachary discovered what happened to Lilian back then?" Achill raced up Nellie's spine, her body rigid. The memories of what she had witnessed years ago surged into her mind, and she felt a lump in her throat. It took her a moment to regain her composure. "Don't worry, Dad, Zachary isn't aware that you sent Lilian to that individual for experiments. I swear." Only after hearing Nellie's confident assurance did Dennis withdraw his cold gaze.

Nellie dared not think about the past. She changed the subject, her voice trembling as she asked, "Dad, Robert publicly called off the engagement last night. I'm afraid the Carter family won't easily agree to allow Winona to marry into their

Dennis let out a cold laugh, his exssion inscrutable. "The Carter family isn't in a position to let a good-for-nothing like Robert make decisions. Claude is still alive and kicking. Trust me, Winona will become a Carter."

Dennis' words finally made Nellie feel relieved. If her dad said Winona could marry into the Carter family, he must have. some leverage, otherwise, he wouldn't make such a bold claim. "Dad, Zachary has deceived me for so many years. I can't swallow this insult." Denni Dennis's eyes turned vicious. The divorce agreement Zachary had sent yesterday, along with proof of the deeds Nellie had done, was a blatant provocation. Now that the two families were no longer related, he was eager to see how the Chambers family would resist him. Dennis comforted Nellie, "Starting tomorrow, the Smith family will launch a full-scale attack on the Chambers family. Does Zachary think his family of today is as powerful as before? Overconfident. Within a month. I'll make sure he's left with nothing." Nellie still had some concerns about Yvette. Cyanbird was no ordinary painter. She said, "Dad, Yvette is Cyanbird? You..."

Dennis didn't take Yvette seriously. That she was a genius painter known internationally didn't pose a threat to him because the business world was complicated. He didn't think a painter could possibly have to go against the Smith family. It was similar to attempting to engage in combat with an obvious obvious result. "What can a brat stir up? What does a painter know about business? There's nothing to worry about. You haven't grown a bit since you married Zachary Nellie awkwardly fell silent, not daring to speak further. In the dormitory of Argrol University, Yvette had just finished a call with Eagle King when she received a text message from Jeremiah, asking if she wanted to have dinner together. Yvette pursed her lips, her extremely beautiful face showing a faint expression, and her upturned eyebrows s revealed I her pretty good mood at the moment.

Her slender, fair fingers quickly typed "Sure" and sent it. пег

Jeremiah replied instantly: [III wait for you.]

Yvette chuckled softly, gently stroking her phone with her fingertips. She had never liked to dawdle, and it was better to clear up some things sooner rather than later.

When Yvette arrived, Jeremiah was standing at the entrance of the steakhouse, dressed in light casual wear, one hand in his pockets with his head down, holding two cups of milkshake in his right hand. In front of him stood a girl with a flushed face. talking animatedly. As Yvette approached, she caught Jeremiah's indifferent voice saying, "I have a girlfriend"

Yvette briefly paused before she walked to Jeremiah, lazily saying, I'm hungry."

Jeremiah looked up and saw Yvette, his lips curled into a smile, and his usually aloof eyes filled with warmth, captivating.

The girl, upon seeing Yvette, blushed even more and ran

away.

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Chapter 145

Jeremiah turned his head and said, "Let's go."

Yvette nodded. The two of them entered the steakhouse together, heading to the familiar private room; only this time it was just the two of them.

Once inside, Yvette grabbed Jeremiah, pinning him against the wall. Two buttons on Jeremiah's white shirt came undone, revealing the clear outline of his collarbone. With a graceful demeanor, Jeremiah slightly lowered his head as Yvette raised hers, her eyes shimmering with a strange glow. Her beautiful, slender fingers gently caressed Jeremiah's Adam's apple. Jeremiah's body tensed instantly, and he swallowed involuntarily, thinking to himself where she had learned such a move. It was incredibly alluring, Jeremiah's voice was tinged with a slight intoxication when he asked. "What's up?" Yvette didn't respond but stared at him, motionless. After a while, Yvette withdrew her hand, turned around, and sat on the chair, feeling her pulse. She wasn't ill.

Jeremiah was puzzled, not knowing what she was up to. A novel joy welled up inside him. "Why are you doing this?"

Yvette leaned lazily against the thing, and now I'm sure."

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and glanced up with an arrogant tlook,

Jeremiah swallowed hard. "Sure of... what?yes bright and cold. "Just to confirm one

Yvette raised her eyebrows, casually picked up a slice of meat, dropped it into the pot, and said indifferently. "Do you want us to be together?"

For a brief moment, Jeremiah fixed his intense gaze on Yvette, narrowing his eyes just a little bit as a glint flashed through his deep eyes. "Yes," he said, and then added, "Forever."

Yvette turned his face away. "Let's have some food."

After driving Yvette to the dormitory building, Jeremiah drove back to his newly bought mansion.

Andrew was playing a video game while seated in the living room. He had been losing this awful game level after level, and his patience was wearing thin. He couldn't figure out why that sadistic game company, FastPulse Technologies, had to release some sort of beta version first. The game was too hard for regular people. After two days of playing, he'd only managed to pass three levels; it made him feel ultimately humiliated. His title as the king of games was on the line. Andrew heard the roar of a sports car outside and thought, 'Oh, come on... Jeremiah and Yvette had dinner this evening. How did he get back soon?

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Andrew quickly got up from the floor and frantically started cleaning up the snacks scattered around. Jeremiah, who wa cleanliness freak, couldn't stand people eating snacks on the floor. If he was caught, Andrew believed Jeremiah would kill him. As the sound of footsteps grew closer, Andrew's cleaning just made the place messier, and eventually, he just gave up. He thought, 'Screw it! Just let him beat me to death. I'm ready for it.

Jeremiar walked in and went straight upstairs without even glancing at Andrew, leaving Andrew in shock and wondering, 'What's going on? Did Jeremiah not see me? I'm standing right here. Even if he didn't see me, couldn't he see the mess on the floor?" Jeremiah," he muttered. Jeremiah turned around, and his usually stern eyes were filled with amusement... It was a dark and windy night, and Andrew felt a chill.

Jeremiah asked, "What's up?"

Andrew shook his head. "Jeremiah, I made a mess on the carpet He figured it was better to confess and hope for leniency rather than resist and face the consequences.

Jeremiah smiled and nodded at Andrew nonchalantly. "Oh, just ask Emmett to have someone come over to clean it up tomorrow. It's late. Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

The caring tone was like a breath of fresh air, and Andrew stood there, stunned. 1. I'm going to sleep right now," he