Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

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They now understood the true meaning of a perfect match.

They thought the celebrities should take a look at Yvette’s face to see what real beauty truly looks like.

Even Keira, who had been bawling her eyes out moments before stared blankly at Yvette, utterly mesmerized.

She thought, ‘Her flawless beauty is clearly natural–there is no sign of any cosmetic enhancement. If only I had been blessed with such a divine appearance, I wouldn’t have needed to go through so many surgeries. With looks like that, I could easily dominate the entertainment industry.’

Jealousy burned within Keira, so intense it almost drove her mad.

She also knew that the man standing at the door was none other than Jeremiah, the one Joel had mentioned.

She felt that Jeremiah’s aura, appearance, and presence completely outshone Joel and the others by far.

Wiping away her tears, Keira steeled herself and began to plot.

The other men were speechless.

They had thought, just for once, they might beat Jeremiah in the “girlfriend competition.”

It turned out that they were completely wrong.

They glanced at the women they’d brought–overly made–up–and then at Yvette, who was effortlessly beautiful without a trace of makeup.

The men couldn’t help but feel both bitter and envious.

Once again, they found themselves utterly defeated.

The pair standing in silence at the door stirred a kind of reverence in everyone present, as though their very presence demanded submission.

These men had assumed that, at best, a girl from a small place like Seacrity might be pretty, but now they realized–she was beyond that, otherworldly.

The first to break the silence was Samantha.

She rose from the sofa, her black dress accentuating her graceful curves, and walked elegantly toward Yvette in her high heels.

It wasn’t until she moved that the crowd snapped back to reality.

Jared, afraid she might act impulsively, quickly stepped forward with a troubled look..

He cautiously asked, “Samantha, maybe don’t go over there?”

After all, everyone in their circle knew that if it weren’t for Yvette, Samantha would marry Jeremiah.

So Jared believed that the meeting between Samantha and Yvette was practically a declaration of war.

He couldn’t decide whose side to take.

Samantha had been his ultimate crush since he was a child.

Jared’s eyes darted around as he thought about how likely he was to keep Jeremiah in check.

Samantha patted Jared’s head. “Move aside.”

Then she continued walking.

With each step she took, everyone’s anxiety heightened.

They thought, ‘Oh no, this is about to get ugly. Samantha has a seventh–degree black belt. If a fight breaks out and Jeremiah doesn’t step in, his girlfriend will be in real danger.

Keira, head down, smirked maliciously as Samantha walked past.

She thought, ‘Go on. Fight… Just make sure to ruin her face while you’re at it!

Samantha stopped in front of Jeremiah and Yvette, her red lips curving into a smile.

She thought, ‘Andrew hasn’t exaggerated–this girl, even in a simple white t–shirt and jeans, possesses an undeniable, distant beauty. She isn’t even wearing any makeup. I’ve never acknowledged anyone’s beauty as greater than my own, but I have to admit, today, I’m impressed.‘

Glancing at their outfits, she noticed they were wearing matching clothes.

She thought, ‘Jeremiah is so cunning; anyone can see they are dressed as a couple.’

Jeremiah looked at Samantha standing in front of him.

His voice turned stern as he asked, “What are you doing here?”

His blunt tone surprised everyone; they all thought he was being too harsh and heartless.

In reality, the rumors about Jeremiah and Samantha were nothing but hearsay, spread through word of mouth.

The two rarely crossed paths at social gatherings.

Even when they did, Jeremiah always kept a straight face, never showing much interest in anyone.

Everyone had thought it was normal, assuming they didn’t want to be too affectionate in formal settings.

Now, though, things seemed… off.

Samantha wasn’t fazed by his attitude–she was used to it. Jeremiah had been this way since they were kids.

Samantha let out a cold snort.

Turning her head, she looked at Yvette and asked in a husky voice, “Yvette Zeller?”

The way Samantha pronounced the two words had its own unique charm.

Yvette looked up, her expression sharp yet playful, her jawline strikingly pretty.

She raised an eyebrow and replied leisurely, “Samantha Mitchell?”

Jared’s mouth twitched slightly as he listened to their conversation.

He thought, These two sure know how to greet each other with the utmost brevity. Could you possibly say more?‘

Everyone held their breath.

They felt like the scene resembled the exchange of names before a fight.

Samantha was momentarily taken aback.

Then she smiled, her dimples faintly visible as she tucked her hair behind her left ear.

She said, “Andrew was right–you are interesting. Let me officially introduce myself. I’m Samantha Mitchell, Andrew’s sister. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She extended her hand.

Yvette glanced at her slender hand but didn’t take it.

Instead, she nodded slightly and said, “I’m Yvette Zeller.”

Joel and Jared watched as Samantha’s hand was left hanging and exchanged a glance.

They thought, “This is unbelievable! In all of Betrico, very few people ever received such a gesture of goodwill from Samantha. Yvette is the first to ignore it. Where on earth did Jeremiah find this bold and impressive girlfriend who shows no respect even to Samantha?‘

Jared covered his eyes–he didn’t dare watch what would happen next.

He thought that Samantha wouldn’t tolerate being slighted like this and was bound to have a confrontation or fight with Yvette.

Samantha withdrew her hand without fuss.

The feeling of being rejected was new to her, but she found it oddly refreshing.

She had heard from Andrew that Yvette disliked physical contact with strangers, and now she knew it was true.

It made sense that Yvette and Jeremiah were a couple, given their shared aversion to being touched by strangers.

Samantha took another step forward.

She whispered, “I’m sure you’ve heard all those rumors about me and Jeremiah. They’re nonsense. Honestly, I prefer beautiful women. Like you.”

She winked flirtatiously as she said this.

Jeremiah’s lips twitched. He thought, ‘Does Samantha think I am invisible? She is trying to flirt with my girlfriend right in front of me!‘

He warned, “Samantha, stop it.”

Yvette studied the mischief in Samantha’s eyes for a moment before replying calmly, “Good to know. I like beautiful women too, and you’re definitely my type.”

Stunned, Samantha looked at the serious Yvette and saw only her own reflection in Yvette’s deep eyes.

She felt her face grow warm beneath her makeup.

She thought, ‘Wait–am I getting flirted with now?‘

Jeremiah ground his teeth, thinking, ‘Why are they staring at each other so affectionately? I am still here!‘

He felt a twinge of jealousy as Yvette had never looked at him that way.

The two women locked eyes for a full minute before Samantha finally looked away, defeated.

She thought, “This girl is impressive. But it makes sense; Jeremiah will never find a girlfriend who’s just an ordinary woman.’

Coughing to cover her slight embarrassment, Samantha muttered, “You’re good.”

Yvette looked away and calmly replied, “Not bad.”

Samantha was speechless and thought, “This girl is all action, no talk.’

She offered, “Want to sit with me? I’ll mix something special for you.”

The two exchanged smiles.

“Sure,” replied Yvette.

One was all charm and allure, the other distant and stunningly beautiful.

Some people just clicked without needing many words, and Yvette and Samantha were exactly that.

The crowd felt as if they had been taken on an emotional rollercoaster by the unexpected twist.

They thought, ‘Aren’t these two supposed to fight over Jeremiah? Now they look like best friends. Meanwhile, Jeremiah seems like the one left out, standing alone at the door looking rather pitiful. What’s happening?‘

The crowd couldn’t help but want to revel in his misfortune.