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

Secrets Of MrS 600 Chapter 600 2 97% Demetrius arrived at the manor gates. As soon as he stepped out of the car, he saw Dylan waiting for him.

Dylan quickly approached and bowed respectfully before saying "Mr. Becker, Mr. Becker has instructed you to go to the study in person. He has something to ask you in private." After delivering the message, Dylan kept his head down, not daring to look up until Demetrius spoke.

"Okay. Let's go." Demetrius replied expressionlessly from his wheelchair.

Dylan immediately gestured to lead the way.

Demetrius' bodyguard stopped in his tracks, watching him leave with Dylan, his concern faintly visible. He thought, Mr. Becker summoning Boss to the second-floor study probably had something to do with Ms. Zeller.

Boss has decided to protect Ms. Zeller at all costs, yet Mr. Becker seems relentless in his pursuit of answers. This disagreement over Ms. Zeller is bound to cause friction between the two.

In the study, Cyrus sat in his office chair, his face hidden in the shadows. He lowered his head as if deep in thought, with a grim expression. When someone knocked at the door, he slowly raised his head, his expression growing colder. "Cin," he said.

The study door opened. Dylan stepped aside to let Demetrius in then carefully closed the door. Then, he quietly wanted at the entrance.

Cyrus scrutinized Demetrius in the wheelchair, his expression darkening. Over the years, Demetrius' attitude toward Yvette had been far better than anything he had ever received as Demetrius' unde.

No matter how hard Cyrus tried to make amends, Demetrius remained indifferent, his emotions unreadable. However, the mere mention of Yvette made Demetrius bristle like a porcupine Cyrus said nothing, and Demetrius sat quietly in his wheelchair, not intending to break the silence.

After a while, Cyrus looked away and said coldly. "You went to see Yvette. Don't deny it. I've had people protecting you discreetly. So, your movements in the last few days have not escaped me." Demetrius paused as he turned the rosary bracelet in his hand. He raised his gaze nonchalantly and thought, Protection? That's nothing but a fancy word for surveillance He suppressed the faint fluttering of his eyelashes and fixed his calm hazel eyes on Cyrus, devoid of any emotion. "I wasn't going to hide it from you. I met Yvette and had a meal with her he replied. Cyrus had canceled his evening meetings specifically to return and get a clear answer about Yvette. He wanted to know if she would agree to meet him at the presidential palace.

He told himself, 'I should have used all my power three years ago to keep Yvette by my side with armed forces if necessary! Cyrus' expression darkened as he asked, "Did you tell Yvette I wanted to meet her?" Demetrius' gaze sharpened, his profile distant and aloof. Beneath the cold night light, his voice was even more chilling as he replied, "No." Cyrus thought, As expected. I've already guessed that Demetrius wouldn't mention my request to Yvette.

Fury surged through him. He swept all the documents off his desk with a loud crash and roared, "Demetrius! All these years. when it comes to Yvette, you've always been on her side! www 1/2 10:18 Sat Dec 28 Chapter 600 "Even as your uncle, I can't-duold a candle to her in your eyes. Do you even know who your real family "It's true, you and Yvette grew up together, relying on each other But that was years ago I at your uncle-your only family in this world, along with Alice Why can't you take my side for one? Demetrius remained unfazed by Cyrus outburst, his face icy and indifferent, like frozen marble. He replied. "Uncle Cyrus. I will stand by Yvette even if I have to stand against the whole world." That was like adding fuel to the fire. Cyrus roared, "Fine! So if one day Yvette becomes my enemy, you'll stand by her wider Help her fight me? If she wanted to kill me, would you even hand her the gun Demetrius looked at the enraged Cyrus and coldly replied, "As long as you don't provoke Yvette, she won't cafter you But if she wants to kill you, neither your guards nor your bodyguards will be able to stop her.

"So. Uncle Cyrus, don't waste your efforts. If people don't hurt Yvette, she won't hurt them. But if you insist on keeping her here against her will, you must be prepared to face the consequences. Didn't you learn that lesson three years ago?" Demetrius' voice was calm, his face impassive, his gaze unwavering. In contrast, Cyrus froze at the last sentence, his expression growing darker.

"You know about the special forces I sent to intercept Yvette three years ago?" Cyrus asked.

Demetrius sharp, chiseled features reflected his unyielding determination. He replied, "Uncle Cyrus, you can't hide secrets. The deaths of the ten special forces you sent should have been enough to show you that you cannot hold Yvette." Cyrus felt fear creep into his heart as he thought. If Demetrius knows, then so does Yvette. Forget keeping Yvette close-l night not even see it coming when I lose my own life. Cyrus tone softened as he said. "Demetrius, you won't betraywill you? I regret it now. Yvette wasn't hurt, and my plan failed. I promise there won't be a next time. I wanted to keep her because I genuinely value her talents "Why else would I arrange for her to join the Interpol Headquarters and becan International First-Class Interpol Officer?" Demetrius continued to turn his rosary bracelet, his fingers tense and veined, his eyes cold as ice. "Uncle Cyrus," he said. "there's no need for such lofty words. Yvette joined Interpol on her own merit.

"Her promotion to International First-Class Interpol Officer was entirely her achievement. Over years, Dr. Over the years, how many major cases has she helped Interpol solve? You know that better than anyone. Interpol is fortunate to have her. She doesn't need their titles or accolades-she acts on her own terms." His words cut through Cyrus justifications like a blade. Furious, Cyrus slumped back in his chair, gasping for air and clutching his chest, teetering on the verge of a breakdown

Demetrius remained unperturbed, calmly toying with his rosary bracelet. The atmosphere in them study grew tense and eerily silent. One was fuming, his face flushed with anger, while the other sat cold and indifferent in his wheelchair as though they existed in entirely different worlds. After a long silence, Cyrus let out a heavy sigh, his expression finally softening. "Demetrius," he said, "we're uncle and nephew, not enemies. Can't we have a proper conversation?"