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

The next day, Jared carefully held the breakfast and stood at the door of Skyland. "This is a breakfast worth 1 million dollars. He nervously adjusted his suit, then fixed his hair, and then pressed the doorbell with anticipation.

Andrew cdownstairs with his hair all messed up. 'Who cso early this morning?' He, his sister, and Charles had all played cards by midnight, and Yve cback late at night. They had eaten a late-night snack before sleeping.

After opening the door, Jared put on his signature smile. "Hello, Y..." Midway through, seeing it was Andrew, his smile disappeared immediately, his tone turned gloomy, and he looked inside. "Ah, it's you. Where are Jeremiah and Yvette?" Andrew leaned casually against the door, his blue slippers flashy What's with his face changing so quickly when he sees me?' "Hey, Jared, are you that disappointed to see me?" Jared nodded at Andrew. "Not just disappointed, very disappointed." When the two wanted to say more, Charles cdown the stairs, seeing the two arguing at the door, chose to ignore them and sat on the dining chair.

After Jared entered with the breakfast, he was quite reserved. After all, this was Jeremiah's home, and among these compound kids, except for Andrew, who else had been here? Andrew noticed Jared's discomfort and patted his shoulder. "Bro, csit. Jeremiah and Yvette will probably cdown soon, they were both too tired last night." Jared hadn't even taken a sip before choking on it. 'What is Andrew talking about? What does it mean that the two were too tired last night? Can I even hear this?' Charles calmly picked up a piece of bread, ignoring the outside world, focused solely on his breakfast, because from his observation, Jared was likely as unintelligent as Andrew.

Yvette and Jeremiah cdown from upstairs, and as soon as they appeared, Jared immediately stood up from his chair, crossing his hands together, a very standard welcoming gesture.

Jared looked at the two powerful figures approaching, stammered as he tried to greet them, and in his nervousness caused a big mistake. "Jeremiah, Yvette, Merry Christmas!" As soon as he said it, Jared wanted to die. 'So embarrassing, and in front of Jeremiah and Yve, I wish I could just crash into a wall and die now!' Yvette sat down on the chair, glanced at the nervous, sweating Jared. 'Am I that scary? What is he so nervous and scared about?' Yvette said. "Have a seat." Jared scratched his head, sat down, then shyly placed the oatmeal with savory toppings and shrimp ravioli he bought in front of Yvette. He had watched her livestream yesterday, and now he had definitely becYvette's fangirl. Jared said. "Sister-in-law, I specially bought this for you." The matter where Andrew scammed Jared out of 1 million dollars was already known to Jeremiah. He glanced at Andrew, who was enjoying his oatmeal, and in a hoarse voice said. "Give the 1 million dollars back to Jared." Upon hearing this, the oatmeal in Andrew's hand didn't taste good anymore. 'So not only did my hard-earned 1 million not arrive, but I also have to take out 1 million from my own pocket to return to Jared. I'm losing big on this deal!' Andrew could only nod tearfully. "Understood, Jeremiah." Jared sat aside, not expecting happiness to cso quickly. Jeremiah said to Jared. "Have smore before you leave." Jared swore this was the gentlest he'd ever seen Jeremiah.

At the dining table, Jeremiah naturally spread strawberry jam on the bread, then poured a cup of hot milk and handed it to Yvette, Charles and Andrew were used to it, Jeremiah's being so considerate to Yve was nothing new for them, they were indifferent as it had happened too many times. Only Jared watched this scene with wide eyes. 'Oh my god... I can actually see this side of Jeremiah in my lifetime, I have no regrets even if I die.

Andrew poked the dazed Jared. “Eat, what are you staring at?" Jared. "Oh... Oh, I'm eating now." After finishing the meal, the group returned to the living room. Yvette found a comfortable spot to nestle into the sofa, lounging lazily, not holding herself properly, with her eyes drooping, fiddling with her phone.

Jeremiah had just had a phone call and was outside taking it.

Andrew turned on the TV, casually switched to a news channel.

"According to reliable information received this morning, a man from Ybaulla jumped from a rooftop at a three- way intersection, dying a gruesdeath. His body was completely torn apart, and he is currently without breath. Betrico Police Station is verifying the identity of the deceased, initially suspecting this person to be Robin, who participated in yesterday's chess exchange competition. Our station will continue to follow and report on this incident." The remote in Andrew's hand clattered to the ground. He turned abruptly to look at Yvette, who was on the sofa playing with her phone without even lifting her head, his tone panicked. "Yvette, Robin is dead!" Charles also looked at Yvette, his eyes clear. 'Robin died last night, and the instructor cback in the middle of the night. It's quite a coincidence, if the instructor killed Robin, it must be because Robin did something to anger him.' Yvette heard Andrew and didn't take her eyes off her phone, her voice indifferent. "Hmm." Andrew swallowed, recalling that Yvette cback late last night. "The dark and windy night is perfect for murder! Who else besides Yvette could have killed Robin? This is really exciting!' Jared looked dumbfounded. 'Although Robin's death is quite unexpected, why are they all looking at Yve? What does she have to do with it?' Jeremiah entered holding his phone, saw the news on TV, glanced at everyone's reactions, expressionless, and sat down on the sofa.

Andrew repeated to Jeremiah. “Jeremiah, Robin is dead."

Jeremiah already knew. The call earlier was from the military district. It was confirmed the deceased was Robin. Although he died from falling off a rooftop, the Ybaulla side still wants to hold onto it and make spoints. The body has been sent for autopsy, and now the Ybaulla side suspects intentional murder, but everything depends on the autopsy results, letting the facts speak. Jeremiah wrapped his arm around Yvette's waist, squeezed her gently, his voice deep. "Can it be found out?" Yvette looked up, her eyes clear, raised an eyebrow, and curled her lips. This man never says a useless word. "No, no one can find out."

Hearing this, Jeremiah's eyes were full of smiles. "This young lady's tactics are truly unpredictable! M "Hmm, the swordsmanship competition is at four in the afternoon, are you going to the scene?" Xyette shook her head. “Not going." A competition without suspense is not worth watching

Jeremiah squeezed her fingertips, very soft and tender, then lowered his head. Whispered in her car. Alright, I'll handle it quickly, and make osso buco for you when I get back." Yvette nodded. “Okay, I'll wait." The two continued talking on their own, while Andrew and the others could only watch. 'Are these two showing off their love now? What if it's found out that Yve killed Robin?' In the hotel where the visiting Ybaulla delegation was staying, room 403, Kaiden stood with a gloomy face, watching the footage playing on the TV.

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