Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
Secrets Of MrS 462

Chapter 462

Jeremiah picked it up, and after a brief moment, Jase's serious velce came through the speaker. "What have you and Yvette been up to this time?"

Jeremiah's gaze darkened. It seemed a little too coincidental that Jase's call came right after Joe had just left.

Before Jeremiah could respond, Jase continued, "Yvette is with you, right? Hand her the phone. Wait, never mind, just put it on speaker."

Jeremiah hesitated for a moment before switching the phone to speaker mode. The next second, Jase's booming voice filled the room, sounding much more cheerful than before. "Yvette, my dear, you must be tired."

The unexpected warmth in Jase's tone caused Samantha and Emmett to exchange a glance. They thought, 'What happened to make him so pleased? He was usually stern and serious, rarely showing any sign of happiness. This is so weird. Yvette raised an eyebrow, her eyes dark and contemplative as she asked coolly, "What did Carl do?"

There was a brief pause on the phone before Jase continued, "Carl contacted someone in Betrico this morning. He said that he's willing to donate three of the national treasure-grade bronze artifacts to Clusia-no strings attached.

"The value of these artifacts is immeasurable. More importantly, with Carl's influence among the Clusian community, this will certainly bring more attention to the issue of our lost treasures."

Jase seemed a bit stirred as he spoke. When Clusia was invaded, many of its treasures were plundered by foreign forces. These items ended up in museums abroad, where they were flaunted as the spoils of conquest.

Each artifact lost overseas was a sign of the humiliation Clusia endured. They had been fighting to retrieve these lost treasures and reclaim what rightfully belonged to their ancestors.

After a pause, Jase continued, "Carl spoke to Clifford about it, and he said the donation of these bronze artifacts is a gift for you and Jeremiah. He also specifically requested that the Clusian government allow Jeremiah to personally escort the national treasures back home."

Normally, decisions about such matters would fall to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but in this case, the honor of escorting the treasures would go to Jeremiah, which explained a lot.

If Carl hadn't specified it, this opportunity would have sparked fierce competition. Now, with his request, there was no room for dispute.

Samantha, Emmett, Charles, and the Eagle King were all stunned. They thought, 'No wonder Carl only gave Yvette and Jeremiah matched gemstones-they were just the prelude. The real gift is actually this precious chance.'

Carl's request for Jeremiah to escort the national treasures back to Clusia was a move to put him front and center on the world stage.

As the youngest general in Clusia, this opportunity would undoubtedly pave the way for his future promotions. It was indeed a weighty gift.

Jeremiah remained calm, his expression unchanged. There was no shift in his eyes at all despite Jase's words.

Yvette barely lifted her gaze, her look as indifferent as ever. Her gaze was as cold as always, and her voice was neither hurried nor slow. "When?"

Jase replied, "In about two weeks. The exact date is still being finalized by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Carl, but once it's decided, the orders will be issued immediately for Jeremiah to personally escort the artifacts back to Clusia." In Betrico, Jase leaned on his cane and looked out the window, his gaze deep and distant. "On behalf of Clusia, thank you,

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Carl's message was clear. If it hadn't been for Yvette, he would never have donated those bronze artifacts.

Jase could never have predicted that Yvette was acquainted with Carl. She always surprised him. To have Carl donate such invaluable items was no longer just a matter of honor. It was something far deeper. Yvette said, "I did nothing. It was Jeremiah who saved Carl's graulson, Joe. He's the one escorting them and he deserves

that."

A smile spread across Jeremiah's face in an instant. Hearing that Jase also smiled with satisfaction, thinking, 'Although Yvette is a quiet one, she's very smart."

The news that Carl had personally appointed Jeremiah spread quickly, and soon the upper class of Betrico began to gossip.

People were saying that Jeremiah must have used some sort of dirty tricks to secure the role. The situation called for an explanation, and it turned out that the truth was his saving Carl's grandson.

Jase reassured them, "Don't worry, I know how to handle the rumors here."

When the call ended, Samantha exclaimed, "Carl truly is impressive. He handles everything so carefully, step by step, leaving no room for criticism."

Emmett agreed, "He's certainly smart."

Eagle King, holding the note that said "settled", grunted, "Not bad, I guess."

Charles set down the gift in his hand and said softly, "If Carl hadn't voluntarily left the underworld gang in Mysonna, Damian might never have taken the throne. In terms of vision, strategy, and the number of supporters, he was no match for Carl." Yvette stood up, hands in her pockets, and glanced at them as she said, "Once we are done here, head straight to Mysonna."

They nodded in agreement. Yvette pulled on a cap, covering most of her face, her delicate features subtly shifting with a slight raise of her eyebrows. "Wait for my message the day after tomorrow."

Samantha, Emmett, Charles, and the Eagle King were all aware of Rory's situation and were simply waiting for his next move in Mysonna.

Meanwhile, in a villa, Rory sat gloomily on the couch, her exposed half-face twisted under the harsh light, making her appear even more terrifying.

She looked up at the clock on the wall and found that it was already noon. She thought, 'Very well. Yvette was gone for an entire day. She's probably off having fun with someone.

'I thought she was different, but it turned out she was shameless. And Holden, who hung up on me at once. What could he possibly be busy with? If it weren't for his ability to control poisonous insects, I would never have worked with him. Just then, one of her subordinates entered, holding a red box. Kneeling before her, he respectfully said, "Boss, the item you requested is here."

Rory's eyes turned cold as she gazed at the box. Every month, she endured excruciating pain-if it weren't for her husband, she wouldn't have sunk this low.

After the man left, she opened the box. Inside, a poisonous insect lay still. Rory donned a special pair of gloves, picked up the creature, and placed it on the burned side of her left cheek. The next second, she let out a miserable roar. The servants who were cleaning continued with their work as if oblivious to the sound.

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Half an hour later. Roty put the insect back into the box, her denying face healing as fresh scabs formed, leaving her skin looking much better.

In the afternoon, the moment Yvette returned, someone immediately reported it to Rory.

Fuming, Rory stormed into Yvette's room. She found Yvette abit to change her clothes. When her gaze fell on Yvette's slender waist, her eyes turned wicked.

But before she could act. Yvette calmly lowered her hand that was reaching for her clothes, turned around, and met her gaze. Her eyes were dark, cold, and full of malice.

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