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

Chapter 505 Jeremiah looked at Yvette standing by the elevator doors, and with decisive steps, he walked over and took her hand, gently squeezing her palm. Ignoring everyone else, he said in a low voler, "Let's go. There's barbecue and milkshakes ready at h11 Yvette tilted her head slightly and glanced at Jeremiah, who had evidently rushed back. She smiled and said, "Alright. Let's Standing beside them, Sienna felt herself like the third wheel. She thought, "Yvette and Mr. Chavez, a duo with both strength and beauty, are really a stunning couple admired by all." Since Jeremiah's arrival, the reporters in the distance had been silenced by his strong presence. Jeremiah deliberately released a bit of his intense aura, which was enough to keep the reporters at bay At the elevator entrance. Jeremiah glanced past everyone to look at Braydon in the distance, his gaze calm and cold.

The gaze between the two men was charged with a deadly intent, unlike the playful interaction between Braydon and Joe just moments ago. Jeremiah and Braydon's eyes were filled with a piercing coldness and undeniable hostility. Jeremiah casually took back his gaze, tightly holding Yvette's hand. As Braydon watched their hands together, his eyes flashed with a fiery intensity. He signaled to the bodyguards, who then stepped forward to disperse the reporters. The reporters were surprised to see Braydon and Joe there. Especially Braydon-he had not attended a party in nearly three Braydon's security team scattered the reporters, who, despite their unwillingness, had no choice but to leave. After all, this was Braydon. They were afraid that they might end up in trouble if they crossed him.

Once the reporters left, the place finally becquiet. Joe moved a bit further away, wanting no part of these two men's rivalry.

Braydon was disturbingly ruthless, while Jeremiah was powerful and mysteriously unfathomable. Joe thought he was only a poor guy in front of these two and should stay as far away as possible to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

Jeremiah only had to stand next to Yvette to secure a win. Braydon walked over with a dark face. His eyes were cold and deep. "Mr. Chavez, I've heard so much about you, and it's great to finally meet you. I really appreciated your gift from before, and I promise to repay it double someday." Seeing the three of them together, Sienna and Joe glanced at each other and both instinctively stepped back Hearing Braydon's eerie words, Sienna and Joe were both puzzled. They wondered, "When did Mr. Chavez give gifts to Braydon? Aren't these two supposed to be rivals, fighting fiercely against each other? What's this all about?" Jeremiah's expression did not change at all as he looked at Braydon casually and said, "Mr. Goodman, that's good as long as you like it. I'll make sure to have another gift for you next time.

Braydon clenched his teeth and thought, "As long as I like it, hub This guy really knows how to make an impression, taking down my best assassin right from the start." Braydon stared intensely at Jeremiah as they stood face to face, both exuding a palpable aura of hostility. Jeremiah's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He was right in front of Braydon but seemed beyond reach. The cold aura from these two was enough to make at her lips, and turned her head to Jeremiah Sienna and Joe shiver. Yvette stood with her hands in her pockets, tugged She said slowly, Thungry. Let's go home.

Her words "Let's go home" pierced Braydon's nerves sharply, turning his gaze exceptionally sinister and cold. Mon, Dec 23 Chapter 50,5 He longed for a hjust for him and Yvette, but now he could only listen as she spoke about going hwith another man right in front of him.

Jeremiah gently held Yvette's hand and looked into her eyes. With a charming smile curling his lips, he spoke softly, "Eatup. I won't let you go hungry. Take what you want." Yvette smirked with a mischievous glint in her eyes and raised her delicate eyebrows without saying a word, Joe was completely dumbfounded; he could not believe Jeremiah would say something so flirty.

Joe thought. "What did Mr. Chavez mean by his words? How dared he say things like that? He's definitely the master of flirting. He's too bold. I'm nothing compared to him." Stenna could not help but be shocked hearing that too. She did not expect Jeremiah to say something like that, and she was practically covered in goosebumps.

She thought, "Mr. Chavez's flirty words are so shocking. Is this really how he won over Yvette?" Sienna glanced at Braydon, whose expression was beyond furious. When Braydon heard Jeremiah's words, his gaze grew more intense, filled with hostility. His dark eyes were burning with unmistakable rage. Jeremiah seemed unfazed as he politely said to Braydon, "Goodbye, Mr. Goodman." After speaking, Jeremiah took Yvette's hand and headed into the elevator. Sienna quickly followed, and Joe glanced at Braydon before joining them.

Braydon's face was extremely cold as the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone in the vast space.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes o.m bloodshot, and murmured with an vicious tone. "My dear vette, since you will never love me. let's die together. Even as corpses, we'll be buried side by side."

In the business car, Bruce was driving, Sienna sat in the front passenger seat, Joe was in the m second row, and Yvette was snuggled in Jeremiah's arms. Jeremiah basically served as a human pillow to Yvette in the car. Yvette squinted her eyes, raised her eyelids slightly, and looked at Jeremiah. She asked slowly. "Did you hurry back?" When Jeremiah just showed up, he gave off a worn-out vibe.

Sienna, in the passenger seat, felt somewhat guilty hearing that, since she was the one who tipped off Jeremiah. But then she realized that it was not really her fault.

She had sent the photos to Bruce, not Jeremiah. If Yvette wanted to blsomeone, it would be Bruce's problem. Sienna glanced at Bruce, who was focused on driving, and felt sorry for him.

This was what people said, "Lovebirds fly apart when disaster comes." She left first when trouble started.

Jeremiah looked down, playing with Yvette's slender fingers. His blue eyes were glowing, and the collar of his thin shirt was casually open, revealing his long neck. The lines of his clothes were neatly pressed, emphasizing his straight waist. Jeremiah's waist was slim, and his long legs were slightly bent because the car could not fit them. -Jeremiah said in a deep, captivating voice as he leaned close to Yvette, his low and husky tone wrapping her whole being in warmth as their heated breaths mingled. "It's late. I'm worried too many people are interested in my little girl Joe pretended to be focused on his phone, but in reality, his ears perked up and tried to catch every word of them.

When he heard Jeremiah mention "little girl, he responded without even thinking, "Wait Who Who's the little girl?" CH