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

Chapter 611 When Yvette heard Demetrius' name, her gaze flickered briefly. The subtle reaction was enough to bolster Leilani and Amanda's faltering confidence. To them, it was proof that Yvette feared him.

Leilani's certainty grew with every moment of Yvette's silence, convincing her she had the upper hand. It didn't matter to Leilani how influential or untouchable Yvette might seem-one thing was clear to her-Yvette feared Demetrius.

Desperate to assert her authority, Leilani shed every ounce of her socialite composure in a desperate attempt to assert dominance. "I don't care if you're a guest of the presidential palace," she barked. "You'd better apologize. Do you even realize how important Mr. Becker is?" Her voice grew louder, more forceful. "You don't want to cross me, trust me. I'm giving you a way out-kneel down, apologize, and letslap you. If you do, I'll forget this ever happened. I won't even tell Mr. Becker about what you've done." Though Leilani was headstrong, she knew Alice's involvement complicated the situation. If Demetrius found out, there was no guarantee he'd take her side. However, the idea of being slapped without retaliation enraged her. Unable to confront Alice, she decided to vent her anger on Yvette instead.

Malice glinted in her eyes as she silently vowed to scratch Yvette's face with her sharp nails during the slap. The thought filled her with twisted satisfaction. She would turn her humiliation into retribution, consequences be damned. Yvette lowered her gaze briefly. When she looked up, her eyes sparkled with playful mischief, and a sly smile curved on her lips. She casually glanced at Leilani and Amanda before calmly asking, "You're Demetrius' fiancée?" Leilani knew that she wasn't technically his fiancée, but her family and the presidential palace were in the midst of discussing a marriage alliance. She believed Demetrius would agree to it eventually. It was only a matter of time. Even if she said yes, there was no one else around to contradict her. With that thought, Leilani nodded with unwavering conviction. "That's right, I'm Mr. Becker's fiancée," she declared.

Amanda was startled by Leilani's bold claim. She glanced nervously between Leilani and Yvette, unsure of how this would unfold. Meanwhile, Yvette tilted her head slightly, studying Leilani's smug expression. Without a word, she retrieved her phone and dialed an unmarked number.

Leilani, still sprawled on the floor, watched Yvette with growing confusion. A wave of unease swept over her. True enough, when the call connected, Demetrius' familiar voice rang out.

"Yvette?" Demetrius sounded surprised. "You never callfirst. What's the occasion?" His tone hinted at being quietly flattered by the unexpected call.

Yvette's gaze shifted toward Leilani as she asked calmly, "Is Leilani your fiancée?" Her words were unhurried, her voice steady, but her eyes held a faint glimmer of amusement as she watched Leilani's face drain of color.

On the other end, Demetrius nearly jumped out of his wheelchair. "Who? Who the hell is Leilani? Yvette, stop joking. When have I ever had a fiancée? And who would even dare pretend to be my fiancée? Where are you? We need to talk." Yvette answered calmly, "The presidential palace." deliberately today' Then, without waiting for a response, she ended the call. Demetrius stared at his phone, baffled. Although she'd promised to check on Cyrus, Demetrius wasn't expecting her to drop by so soon. 'Uncle Cyrus must've sentaway he thought. Demetrius' expression darkened as he ordered his secretary to prepare a car to take him back to the presidential palace.

After hanging up, Yvette slipped her phone back into her pocket Leilani's confidence wavered as she stammered, "W-Who were you just talking to?" 1/3 10:51 Mon, Dec 30 Chapter 611 86%1 "Demetrius," Yvette replied, her tone calm and casual, but her smirk, which didn't quite reach her eyes, hinted at something far more dangerous.

The single nstruck Leilani and Amanda like a blow, leaving both of them visibly shaken. Leilani's eyes widened in disbelief, and she refused to believe Yvette had Demetrius' private number. According to Cyrus, only a handful of people-trusted individuals-had access to Demetrius' private number. 'How could she have it?' Leilani thought, trying to convince herself that it simply wasn't possible.

Amanda, more level-headed than Leilani, paused to process the situation. The way Alice had deferred to Yvette earlier now made sense. A bitter realization dawned on her-Yvette might genuinely know Demetrius. The possibility left her shaken. Furious, Leilani snapped, "You Clusian fraud! Stop lying. There's no way you have Mr. Becker's number! And even if you did, how could he not know me? If you're going to bluff, at least make it believable!" Amanda's unease grew. She knew full well that Leilani had barely spoken to Demetrius as he barely paid her The so-called engagement was nothing more than Leilani's fantasy.

any attention.

Yvette shot Leilani an impatient glance, her frustration evident. Without a word, she reached down, grabbed Leilani, and hoisted her to her feet. "Shut up," she said coldly, her tone as sharp as a blade.

Leilani was stunned as Yvette lifted her effortlessly. She struggled, but Yvette's grip was unyielding, her strength far greater than it appeared. Meanwhile, Amanda followed behind, pleading for Yvette to stop, but the icy glare Yvette shot her froze her in place. With that, Yvette dragged Leilani toward the garden's swimming pool. With a swift motion, she hurled the latter into the pool like a ragdoll.

Amanda collapsed near the pool, paralyzed with terror. Unable to swim, she could only scream desperately for help. Her cries M echoed briefly before Yvette's icy gaze silenced her. The moment Yvette turned away, Amanda bolted to find someone who could intervene. Standing at the pool's edge, Yvette watched Leilani flail in the freezing water, hands resting in her pockets, her expression cool and detached. The icy water sent sharp shivers coursing through Leilani's body as she gasped for breath. Never in her life had she imagined she would be humiliated like this, tossed into a pool like a piece of garbage.

Shaking with both fury and the chill, she glared up at Yvette, who stood at the pool's edge, calm and composed. "You wicked woman! Mark my words-you won't get away with this!"

"Admit it-Alice is nothing but a burden, a clueless fool! Without Mr. Becker and Mr. Becker she'd bem nothing. She would've been ruined long ago. Alice is pathetic, and you know it!" Leilani screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her rage. Yvette's expression shifted subtly as the words hit her. Her eyes seemed to deepen, an ominous red tint flickering faintly at the edges. Her cold gaze was unreadable, but the sheer menace radiating from her was impossible to miss.

The weight of Yvette's icy glare sent an involuntary shudder through Leilani. As she swam toward the pool's edge, hoping to climb out, she glanced up-only to see Yvette already standing there, blocking her way.

Yvette extended a hand, and Leilani took it without hesitation. She was convinced Yvette wouldn't dare take things further, especially not in the presidential palace.