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

Quinn waited anxiously, but the leader still hadn't gotten out of the car. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, growing more and more puzzled until suddenly, a commanding yet youtiful voice rang out: "I'm here." Quinn froze in place, his eyes widening in shock.

In the room, Yvette watched Eagle King who was clearly uneasy and the curious looks from Charles, Samantha, and Emmett. She casually rubbed her fingers, tilted her head, and glanced at Jeremiah. "I...

Before she could finish her sentence, the doorbell rang. Eagle King, glancing toward the door, couldn't help but mutter, "No way... How could he be so fast?" He immediately shook his head, trying to reassure himself. "That's impossible. He's not skind of god. There's no way he's here already." Eagle King's flustered reaction only made Charles, Samantha, and Emmett more intrigued. Who exactly was this person who could make Eagle King so rattled? Whoever it was, he didn't seem like someone to mess with. Yvette sat on the couch, propping her chin in her hand, her gaze deepening as she looked toward the door. Samantha stood up and walked over to open it. As soon as the door swung open, Quinn, trembling and pale- faced, stood there in front of her. Samantha peeked out but didn't see anyone else.

In a polite tone, she asked, "Is something wrong?" After all, Quinn had already cby just half an hour ago when they brought the meal.

Hearing Samantha's question, Quinn froze for a moment. His body stiffened, and he forced a smile that looked painful. Stumbling over his words, he managed to get out, "Well..." Before he could finish, someone suddenly interrupted from behind him. "Excuse me, lady, is Yvette here?" Samantha immediately felt a chill run down her spine. She took several quick steps back, shocked. “What the hell? Who's speaking?" Emmett and Charles noticed Samantha's sudden movement. They quickly stood up and moved toward the door. Eagle King's face instantly darkened when he heard the voice. He thought, 'How the hell did this brat get here so fast?' Yvette paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Eagle King with a faint smile on her face. Eagle King could only beg for mercy with his eyes, but it didn't help much.

Quinn, trembling, took several unsteady steps back. Behind him, a boy, around thirteen or suddenly appeared.

ourteen years old, With soft black hair neatly styled, his round face lit up with a bright smile, his eyes sparkling as he flashed a set of white teeth. His skin was smooth and tender, his cheeks round and chubby making him look impossibly cute.

The corner of his lips curled into a radiant grin, and a small mole near his eye looked quite pretty. His long eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, looking every bit the mischievous troublemaker.

The boy, despite being only in his early teens, was dressed in a dark suit and shiny leather shoes, looking every bit the part of a grown man. Yet, surprisingly, the outfit didn't seem out of place on him.

The moment he appeared, his little "mature" look instantly melted Samantha's heart. She couldn't help but smile and asked, "Hey kid, are you looking for Yvette? Who are you?" As soon as Samantha heard him mention Yvette, she knew he was as childish as he appeared. After all, this was Voraxia. It seemed totally illogical for such a young boy to show up alone at the hotel, especially to find Yvette.

And when Samantha thought back to Eagle King's reaction and is cryptic words, her heart skipped a beat. She thought, 'Could this kid be the one Eagle King was talking about?' The boy looked at Emmett and Charles as they stepped closer, then turned to Samantha with an innocent smile. "I'm Yvette's friend. Can you letin?" Emmett, who had just walked up, narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, “Are you a friend of Yvette's?” Charles, taking in the boy's appearance, couldn't help but stare. The kid was delicate and well-sculpted, looking every bit like a doll. He was undeniably cute, but the claim that he was Yvettes friend didn't quite add up.

It wasn't just Charles who was skeptical; even Samantha and Emmett felt the sway. They thought, 'Why did Yvette have so many friends? Did she start making friends just after she was born?' The boy looked at Emmett and nodded seriously, his voice soft and youthful. "Yeah, Yvette is my best friend. I need to see her." Charles, his eyes dropping to the boy's waist, didn't say a word.

The boy saw the three adults fall silent and quickly lost his patience. He thought, 'Are they stoppingfrom seeing Yvette? Anyone who stands in my way should be eliminated.' His eyes flashed with cold fury.

Emmett and Charles immediately felt the change in the atmosphere. They both instinctively grabbed Samantha, stepping back with their eyes fixed on the boy.

Just as the tension thickened, Yvette's calm voice rang out from the room. "Let him in." In an instant, the boy's killing intent vanished, his expression shifting to one of complete innocence. He ignored Emmett, Charles, and Samantha's suspicious gazes and eagerly walked past them, heading straight into the room.

Samantha watched the boy's back, her curiosity piqued. "I'm really curious. How does Yvette make friends? Even a kid like this is so cool." Charles's voice was low and serious. "This kid isn't just cool. His background is way deeper than we thought." Emmett nodded thoughtfully. "Let's go. We'll find out exactly who he is once we go in." As soon as the boy entered the room and saw Yvette sitting on the couch, his eyes instantly lit up. He straightened his suit jacket, adjusting it to look more presentable, trying to appear like a professional even at his young age.

Eagle King sat off to the side, casually biting into an apple. He thought, "This little brat just loves to put on a show.' Yvette, sitting with her legs crossed, watched as the boy adjusted his clothes, looking every bit like a little adult. As the boy rushed toward her, she remained still with her usual cold composure in her eyes.

Without hesitation, the boy ran straight to Yvette, throwing his arms around her leg. He shot a quick glance at Jeremiah before using his little bottom to nudge Jeremiah's leg out of the way.

Jeremiah, leaning back on the couch, watched the boy's smug face. His gaze lowered, taking in his fong legs that had nowhere to rest. He thought that this kid needed to be taught a lesson.

The boy pretended to wipe tearsin s from his eyes, then launched into his performance. "Mony why haven't you contactedin so long? Have you forgotten about me? How could you do this to me? But don't worry, look at me-I'm all grown up now.

"I can feed myself, make money, and om everything. Please don't ignoreanymore, I miss you so much. O Remember, I'm the one you promised to love the most. How could you never cto see me?" At this point, the boy's voice actually quivered as if he was genuinely feeling wronged. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, making him look pitiful and adorable.

Eagle King nearly choked on his apple. He thought, 'Damn it. I knew this little brat had no good intentions. Emmett, Samantha, and Charles stood frozen, unable to process what the boy had just said.

Emmett couldn't believe his ears. "What did this kid just say?" Samantha swallowed nervously. "Did he just call Yvette... What? Charles nodded slowly, still in shock. "He called Yvette 'Mom." Even saying those two words felt strange to Charles. He never imagined that one day, srandom kid would pop up out of nowhere and call Yvette his mom.

The three of them didn't immediately look at Yvette, but at Jeremiah, who remained silent as he watched the boy cling to Yvette's leg.

The boy seemed to shrink back in fear when he noticed Jeremiah staring. He looked up at him, his expression pitiful. "Are you Mom's boyfriend? "It's okay. If you don't like me, I can stay out of your way. I just want you to let Mom cback and see me. That would makeso happy." Jeremiah observed the boy's smug expression and the little glimmer of triumph in his eyes. He slowly curled his lips into a faint smile, thinking, 'Is this kid playing pranks on me?'