Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Andrew immediately put down his skewers and agreed. “Yvette, you want to have a drink? You should have told me earlier! Red wine, white wine, or beer? Which one do you prefer? How about we have all of them?”

Charles didn’t mind at all. He thought, ‘I haven’t had a drink with Yvette for so many years, and it would be nice to have one now! I am actually quite looking forward to it. Yvette probably could drink three times as much as me!

Yvette glanced at them calmly and, for safety reasons, she thought it was necessary to ask about both of their health conditions first. Her voice was as cool as ever. She slowly asked, “Are you two good at taking a beating? How’s your recovery ability?

Andrew thought Yvette was just trying to lighten the mood and joked around, so he patted his chest confidently and said, “Don’t worry, Yvette. I’m so tough.” Yvette then turned her gaze to Charles, feeling the need to ask him as well, “And you?” Charles didn’t think much of it, assuming Yvette was just casually asking. So, he replied earnestly, “Yve, I haven’t neglected anything you taught me over the years. I’ve been practicing and I won’t let you down, trust me.” Yvette’s gaze paused for a moment, and then she concluded that there should be no problem.

Upon hearing those words, Jeremiah was the only one in the room who tensed up a little, and his face showed brief awkwardness. He thought, ‘Yvette definitely couldn’t drink anymore. Her drunken state is simply too tèrrifying.’ Jeremiah watched the two enjoying themselves and, after a few moments of silence, decided to intervene out of compassion. He addressed Andrew, who was about to fetch the alcohol, with a serious expression, “Andrew, I remember there is already out of wine. let’s wrap up for today.” Then he gave Andrew a look, indicating for him not to proceed.

Andrew instantly understood what Jeremiah’s look meant. He thought, ‘Could I not grasp what Mr. Chavez is thinking after being friends for so many years? My mission today is to get Yvette drunk so that Jeremiah could kiss and hug her.‘ Andrew gave Jeremiah a reassuring look and then swaggered into the room to fetch some drinks. Jeremiah felt relieved, thinking that Andrew had understood his intentions.

Charles didn’t miss the exchange of glances between the two. He saw things more clearly than Andrew. He thought, ‘What? Does Jeremiah not want Yvette to drink? That is quite conservative of him.‘ Looking at Jeremiah, Charles spoke up, “Mr. Chavez, don’t worry. We’ll just have a little, and definitely won’t overdo it.”

Jeremiah turned to look at Charles with an unreadable expression. He thought, ‘It’s fine. People create their own problems. And then he said, “Just make sure you don’t regret it.” Upon hearing this, Charles was even more confused and thought, ‘How could drinking a little wine be connected to regret?‘

Yvette took a bite of the beef skewer and nestled quietly in her chair, waiting for Andrew. When Andrew came back with wine, he happened to meet Samantha coming in from outside the courtyard.

Samantha had been sleeping soundly since she got home yesterday. She didn’t wake up until the afternoon. After calling Andrew, she learned that they were going to have a barbecue and that Yvette was also there. Who wouldn’t want to join in on such fun? However, this time she didn’t put much effort into her makeup; she just tidied herself up a bit and wore a simple simple monochrome dress before driving over. With Yvette there, it didn’t matter if she wore makeup or not; Yvette’s beauty couldn’t be outdone. Her villa in Skyland hadn’t been decorated yet. It looked like she needed to get a move on with that now, or else how could she be good neighbors with Yvette?

As soon as Samantha came in, she saw Andrew holding red wine, white wine, and some beer. She dashed over like she was in a sprint and thought, ‘Oh! With Yvette here, how could these be here? Is this drinking, or risking one’s life?‘ Instantly, Samantha’s mind flashed back to the incident at the club that day.

Andrew got momentarily distracted and Samantha quickly took the wine from his hand. The other people present didn’t seem surprised to see Samantha; they had already known she was coming. Only Charles didn’t know and gazed her for a long time, wondering why this woman seemed so familiar.

Andrew said, “Samantha, what are you doing? Why are you taking my wine? It’s for Yvette.” Samantha steadied herself when she heard this. Without saying a word, she struck Andrew’s back of the head and whispered, “You little brat, I am saving your life! You absolutely can’t drink this.”

Andrew thought, ‘Has Samantha lost her mind? Why can’t we drink the wine? Does she dislike Yvette? Didn’t they meet? She praised Yvette so highly, so why can’t she even have a drink now What’s going on?‘

With the wine in her hand, Samantha instantly came up with andea. For everyone’s safety, she was ready to give it her all. She turned around with a bright smile, planning to pretend to fall. It was time to test her acting skills. Just as Samantha was about to fall, she was caught by big hands. She cursed inwardly, shit! She knew all too well whose hands these were.

Andrew caught Samantha as she was about to fall He said, “Samantha, what are you doing? How can you fall on flat ground?”

Samantha paused for a moment, then stood up straight. She looked at Andrew’s innocent face, clenched her teeth, and thought to herself, ‘If anyone wants to take this silly kid off my hands, please do so now! Samantha took a deep breath, gave Andrew a big smile and said, “Let’s go. Carry the wine carefully and don’t drop it.”

Andrew felt a shiver go down his spine when he saw her smile. He confidently promised he wouldn’t and couldn’t resist teasing Samantha a little. “Don’t worry, not everyone is as clumsy as you. I won’t fall flat on as you did.”

Samantha and Andrew walked to the pavilion. Samantha looked at Yvette, who was casually slouched in the chair, and greeted her first. “Hi, we meet again.” She then turned to Jeremiah and said, “Mr. Chavez.” She just nodded as a greeting to the really handsome guy next to Mr. Chavez. He must not be from their social circle.

Yvette looked up, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully, and said in a cool and detached voice, “Hi.” Rebellious yet enchanting, cool yet captivating–that was how Samantha saw Yvette.

Samantha noticed Yvette’s expression, which seemed to say she already knew what Samantha was thinking. It made Samantha feel a bit guilty.

Andrew put the wine on the table, then cheekily sidled over next to Jeremiah and said, “Jeremiah, I got you, All this booze is top–shelf.” Jeremiah had his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless. He turned his head to look at Andrew, raised an eyebrow, and said casually, “You really get me, that’s nice. Just hope you’re prepared for whatever comes next.” Jeremiah gave Andrew a smile that was quite similar to Samantha’s.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

That smile from Jeremiah almost scared Andrew off. He finally realized something was very wrong. It was one of the top ten unsolved mysteries of the world that why Mr. Chavez smiled at him for no reason.

Charles, who had been sitting inconspicuously on the side of the table, glanced at the woman sitting next to Yvette, and thought, ‘Her appearance is strikingly similar to that woman, but she said her name was Samantha, a different name. Except that day, the woman had on heavy makeup, and today this woman is barely wearing any. Could they possibly be the same person?‘

Charles stared at Samantha and suddenly spoke up, “Hello, did you visit an underground bar in South East Aploth three years ago?”