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

Chapter 486 24 62% § The crowd thought it was a stretch when Jeremiah claimed he'd solve the complex math problem in thirty minutes. But just twenty minutes in, he put down his pen and calmly announced, "Done" The bespectacled young man nearby felt the most significant shock; he could hardly believe his eyes. Even his professor hadn't solved this problem in under twenty minutes.

Skeptical, he picked up Jeremiah's completed sheet, carefully examining each step. With every line he read, his amazement deepened. Jeremiah's method and approach were utterly different from his own, much clearer and more efficient. If only he had thought of it this way, he wouldn't have wasted the past ten days on it.

As a self-proclaimed math fanatic, the young man's admiration was written all over his face. The crowd noticed his reaction and leaned in, curious.

"Wait, so he really solved it? Is the answer right? "I mean, we know this guy is pretty skilled himself. He took ten days to work through this, and Mr. Chavez solved it in twenty minutes. Sounds impossible." "Yeah, con, let us know if it's right. You're just standing there The an finally nodded, turning to the crowd. "Yes. The answer is correct, the logic is flawless, and his a young is unique. Even my professor couldn't cup with a solution like this. Mr. Chavez managed it perfectly." The crowd burst into exclamations of admiration, and their initial doubts swept away. Jeremiah Chavez had gained their respect, and while the crowd buzzed with excitement, he remained as calm and composed as ever. The young man stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Jeremiah, admiration practically sparking in his eyes. "Mr. Chavez, would be interested in an honorary position as a mentor at our Institute of Technology?" you Jeremiah's deep, unreadable eyes gleamed slightly, and he smirked. "How about you consider a position at Betrico University? I think you'd be a better fit there.

The young man pondered for a moment and then nodded, smiling. "If Mr. Chavez is willing to mentor me, I'd be honored to accept a position at Betrico University." "Deal, Jeremiah replied with a slight nod.

The two men sealed an agreement. Jeremiah's trip to Voraxia not only left a lasting impression on everyone at the base but also managed to "recruit a brilliant mathematical mind for Clusia's Betrico University. This led to the math department at Betrico University securing a solid place in international math competitions for the next three years.

As the crowd cheered, their voices echoed throughout the base, celebrating Jeremiah's undeniable win. Standing on the high platform, Emmett, Charles, and Samantha watched Jeremiah with admiration and pride. Samantha said, "No surprise there. Jeremiah doesn't just win the competition. He brings a new talent back with him." Standing nearby, Rodney's face lit up with sudden realization. Jeremiah wasn't just skilled-he was on a whole different level. With that, Rodney realized he'd been thoroughly duped by the friendly uncle' act. As Jeremiah made his way back to the platform, he joined Yvette Standing side by side, the two commanded admiration with their combined poise and presence, leaving the crowd stunned and speechless. 21:03 Sat, Dec 21 Chapter 486 62% The base was bustling with activity that evening as everyone gathered around a grand feast with all sorts of ghunted from the surrounding jungle.

The air was thick with laughter and warmth as everyone reveled the moment, knowing it would be one of their last nights. with Yvette before she left the next day.

Despite the bittersweet mood, everyone made sure to drink and laugh heartily. Emmett, the Eagle King, and Samantha quickly blended in. Even Charles was a bit reserved initially, but eventually, he joined the fun with everyone at the base. The entire base felt alive, like a festival was in full swing.

The next day, everyone gathered together to bid Yvette farewell. As Yvette walked toward the Jeep, the base people called out her name, their voices Tull of reverence and admiration.

"Yvette!" "Boss"" Yvette paused, standing still for a moment without turning around. Just as when she arrived, she kept her composure, letting the voices of her people fill the air as she climbed into the Jeep and headed out of the jungle.

To the people here, Yvette was more than a leader. She was the person who had saved their lives, giving them a second chance and binding them together as a family. Each cfrom different place and story, yet they all shared a single unwavering belief: Yvette. A woman who had changed the course of their lives.

Just as Yvette, Jeremiah, and Emmett boarded their private jet bound for Mysonna, Braydon was deep in conversation with his grandfather, Damian, at the Goodman estate.

Damian leaned heavily on his cane, his deeply lined face contorted with barely strained anger. He looked at his grandson, the one he had nurtured all his life, now standing before him with enough power and audacity to turn the tables. But ironically, this outcwas precisely what Damian had hoped for.

With a dark glint in his eye, Damian fixed Braydon with a cold, cynical smile.

Damian said, "Well, Braydon, you've won. I no longer have any cards left to play. Whatever you decide to deal withis entirely up to you.

Braydon's long lashes lowered slightly, hiding the sharp, almost cruel glint in his gaze. His expression tightened as he spoke Braydon asked, "Damian, all these years, you did everything you could to stopfrom pursuing Yvette. Was it because you. feared her strength? Worried she might overshadowand even seize the Goodman family's power?" This conversation was the calmest the two had had in years, though the words were underlined with years of bitterness.

Standing nearby, Tyson watched with a complex expression. He knew all too well that this clash between Damian and Braydon had everything to do with Yvette. Braydon, it seemed, still didn't understand Damian's intentions.

To Damian, Yvette's strength was precisely the issue. A woman cannot overshadow the head of the Goodman family. It would be a disgrace to their name.

Damian's eyes darkened as he assessed Braydon's icy expression "Braydon, I've warned you before-you can't control Yvette. To be frank, no man on this earth can. You need someone gentle, who would stand by your side and support you-not someone who would always overshadow you." 21:03 Sat, Dec 21 Chapter 486 0:62%

Damian paused, his tone growing more somber. "And tell me, do you really believe Yvette has feelings for you? Braydon, she's becan obsession, a fixation born from your inability to possess her. It's becpathological." Braydon's eyes flared red, his expression turning deadly, looking like a bloodthirsty predator's. He snarled through clenched teeth. "Damian, I'll say it one last time. I love Y

I love her more than anything. From the moment she appeared in my life and pulledout of that hellhole, she's been the most important person in my world. This battle between us has costenough. But in a way, I should thank you-it gavethe chance to rid myself of every traitor in my path" Damian sighed, the sound heavy with years of fruitless effort. Despite all his attempts, he had failed to turn Braydon away from Yvette. He knew that Braydon's obsession would never fade as long as Yvette lived. But he also knew that no one could stop Yvette.

In a voice that sounded older and wearier than ever, Damian murmured, "I, Damian Goodman, spent decades ruling the underworld, surviving storms that would have destroyed lesser men. But in the end. I'm defeated by my own grandson. It's fitting. I suppose." Braydon's face remained impassive, unreadable as he rose to his feet. His deep-set eyes held no hint of emotion as he addressed his grandfather. "Damian, the Seventy-Two Chambers will personally escort you back to the island tomorrow. Once you're there, you'll be under constant watch, and from then on, you're forbidden to leave. If you ever try, the entire island will be blown to pieces, and you'll disappear with it."