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

A few large men standing with Jase had their backs to Yvette, toppling over the vegetable stand, Their expressions were both fearful and peculiar.

They muttered. “Is this enough. Mr. Jase Chavez?” while looking at the old man's face on the ground. Jase ignored them, sneakily glancing at the security room instead He wailed loudly in pain, as if afraid no one would hear.

Inside the security room, Yvette stood in place, observing the "scene" outside. She was unmoved.

Her face showed no extra expression.

Yusef was internally conflicted.

He thought. A girl, when seeing a situation like this, is supposed to be overwhelmed with a sense of justice and rush up to stop it, or she would be scared enough to hide.

Ms. Zeller just stands here watching, without reacting or showing any expression. What is she thinking?" Yusef realized this wouldn't work...

The sun was blazing. If Mr. Jase Chavez got heatstroke, it would be serious. He could only pretend to be scared and said cautiously to Yvette, "Ms. Zeller, if we let this continue, that old man might really be in danger. Why don't we go out there and stop it?" Yvette tilted her head, and her delicate brows showed a relaxed, rebellious charm as she lazily stared at him for a few seconds.

Her eyes lowered, the corners of her eyes captivating and beautiful.

"Ms. Zeller?" she said in a cool tone.

Yusef nodded without hesitation His mind was completely focused on Jase, missing the hidden meaning in Yvette's words.

Yvette withdrew her gaze and nodded. "Let's go." With that, she stepped out of the security booth.

Yusef was still a bit stunned, thinking he'd have to work hard to convince her to go.

Surprisingly, she agreed easily. Yusef quickly followed her.

By the side of the road, the three 'burly men' were almost at their limit.

Their 'fierce' faces were hard to keep up.

They were giving it-their all for this performance, silently hoping the person their marshal was waiting for would arrive Jase, lying on the ground, was almost 80, and under the blazing sun, even he was struggling to keep up the act. Finally! He saw Yvette walk out of the security room.

Yusef followed closely behind, giving him a reassuring look as if to say. "Hang in there...

Jase suddenly got into character, showcasing his acting skills. He tilted onto the ground, I'm begging you, gentlemen. Please let me, a poor old man, go. I will pay back the money my worthless grandson owes. Just givestime. Otherwise, even if I sacrifice my life, it's no use to you, right?" he said. The three burly men collectively twitched their mouths, and their fierce faces showed a hint of “fear” because Mr. Jase Chavez greeted them "gentlemen.

They thought, In this way, we will lose our lives. Besides, "gentlemen" sound strange. For sreason, it felt really familiar, but it was the wrong occasion.

Jase saw people approaching and quickly reminded the three dazed hulks. In a whisper, he said, "Keep acting, and they are almost here. That's an order. Right now, I'm not Mr. Jase Chavez understand?" The three burly men exchanged glances and had no choice but to continue their performance with determination....

One of them, with a square face, pretended to kick Jase.

From a distance, it seemed like he kicked, but he didn't actually touch him, using a visual blind spot.

Jase let out another wail, making the act even more convincing. Even he had to admire his own acting skills. Yvette stopped about seven feet away from them, still not saying a word.

Yusef tried every way to force Yvette to get involved, immediately shouting loudly.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys beating up an old man in broad daylight? Don't you have any decency left?" Yvette glanced at him, and then looked towards the people ahead, especially Jase, who was lying on the ground. Her cool gaze fell on his face.

Her gaze lingered for a moment. There was a significant resemblance in their brows and eyes.

She raised her eyelids, and slowly curved her lips, with her hands in her pockets, revealing a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Her tone was indifferent. "Are you done?" she asked.

The three burly men were baffled. This wasn't how it was supposed to go according to their plan.

She was supposed to be heroic. Then they just scared her a bit and the task would be finished.

The three of them were a bit flustered by Yvette's unexpected behavior.

One of the men, who was more muscular and a veteran among the three, finally had sinitiative.

He steadied himself, put on a stern face, and spoke to Yvette, "Do you really think it's your business to interfere, girl? What happens between us is none of your concern. Do you want to play the hero? If you want to step in, then pay off his good-for- nothing grandson's debt, 330 thousand dollars, and we'll leave." The other two backed him up, and finally, the three of them had a little bit of a "thug" vibe.

Jase, trembling, stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes.

With a dirty face, he wailed to Yveue. "Young lad please help me. If they keep beating me, I'll be done. I'll be indebted to you for life if you save me. I'm begging you, young lady," he said.

Yvette ignored their “tic performance." She turned to Yusef behind her and said slowly, "Could you geta chair, please?" Yusef looked puzzled and asked again. “Ms. Zeller, you said you wanted a chair?" Yvette nodded and said, "Yes." Yusef glanced at Jase, saw him nod lightly, and then quickly said, “Alright, I'll grab a chair right away. Just hang on? Jase already knew Yvette had smartial arts skills. He guessed she might be planning to swing the chair. Exactly! He liked her personality. It was feisty enough.

Jase was worried the three might accidentally hurt Yvette, so he quickly gave them a warning look.

The three immediately got the hint.

Even if the granddaughter-in-law of Mr. Jase Chavez wanted to hit them with a chair or a stick, they wouldn't dare to fight back.

She was really the girlfriend of Mr. Jeremiah Chavez, the Living Reaper. They didn't have the courage to go against her.

The place fell silent for a moment.

Everyone was trying to figure out what the others were thinking One minute later, Yusef hurriedly returned with the chair, handing it to Yvette with an eager smile. Yvette put down the chair.

Just as the three prepared for a beating and Jase was about to disclose his identity, Yvette sat down She crossed her legs, rested her chin on her pale hand, and slowly looked up.

Her eyes were blue and deep A faint, subtle smile was on her lips, exuding a mix of mischief and roguishness.

Her voice was cold and detached. "If you're not finished with your fighting, just keep a Oyour fighting, keep at it. Take a break if you get tired, and resafter you've rested." The three of them looked utterly confused.

They thought, "What on earth is going on? This isn't just playing by om His a unconventional rules. It is a complete plot twist! No wonder she had caught the attention of the Living Reaper.

She opens her mouth and seems ready to take Mr. Jase Chavez's life, and then suggests Werest and fight en sugge again. Isn't she practically telling us to fight Mr. Jase Chavez to the death? What a ruthless person!" Yusef was completely stunned and thought, 'The girl who loves Jeremiah is not an average person.

Jase heard her words and gave Yvette a complicated look.

The pitiful 'old farmer" act disappeared in an instant.

His bent back straightened a bit.

X For a moment, an elderly voice, full of authority, echoed. "When did you realize this was all just an act?"