Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Yvette looked at the freshly renovated room. The decor was totally her style- simple and elegant–and it was clear thought had gone into it.

The phone rang, and when Yvette answered, Jeremiah’s face filled the screen. The background was still his office decor; obviously, he hadn’t gone home yet.

After Jeremiah met Yvette, he finally understood the saying “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” It hadn’t even been a day since they parted, and he had already begun to miss her. Jeremiah’s voice was low, “Back to the Chambers residence?”

Yvette casually took off her coat, her voice low and husky. “Yeah, I’ll be staying here for a while.”

Jeremiah wasn’t surprised; he already knew about Zachary’s situation. Although he had used the simplest method all these years, it really hadn’t been easy.

But if it were him, he certainly wouldn’t have put up with being with another woman for so long. Anyone who dared to mess with Yvette, he’d make sure they regretted it deeply.

Jeremiah said, “Alright, I’ll come back to Seacrity to be with you after I finish my military duties.”

Yvette nodded, looking at him with a deep gaze. “Button up.”

Jeremiah looked down and realized two of his buttons had come undone without him knowing. He smiled and reached out his well–defined fingers to slowly button them back up, taking a whole minute for a task that could have been done in seconds.

Yvette watched him, raising an eyebrow with a hint of amusement in her eyes. He was becoming more playful, getting better at using his charms.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

After finishing with the buttons, Jeremiah looked up with an innocent expression. “Sorry about that, the buttons just slipped open.”

Yvette chuckled softly, twirling the coffee cup between her fingers as she observed Jeremiah’s posture, and whispered, “You said the exact same thing last time.”

Jeremiah paused; he thought, ‘it seems like this tactic isn’t going to work anymore. Yvette is no longer falling for it. Is my charm really losing its effect?‘

The next day, as soon as Yvette got to the school gate, she was surrounded by a group of students. They held up all kinds of light signs and huge homemade posters of Yvette.

The giant poster showed Yvette’s first time at Argrol University, captured in a candid shot on the forum, with her head down, revealing only half of her beautiful face. The students chanted slogans in unison so loudly that people passing by stopped to watch.

Yvette pressed her hat down, with a mask covering most of her fare, her long lashes casting shadows as she looked at the boys and girls in front of her. She wondered, ‘Even dressed like this, how do they recognize me?‘

Yvette didn’t realize that after being recognized at the airport yesterday, “Yvette Returns to Seacrity” immediately became the top trending topic. The Argrol University fan club had arrived at the school early with banners, waiting for her to arrive.

The representative of the fan club was a student from the Department of Foreign Languages, a boy named Connor, with black–rimmed glasses. He stepped forward excitedly and said to Yvette, “Uh…Ms. Zeller, hello! I’m Connor, a sophomore in the Department of Foreign Languages.

“We’re all your fans, and we welcome you back to Argrol University. We’ll always support you, you’re forever the Goddess in our hearts.”

Connor’s face turned red as he finished speaking. Lately, besides attending classes, he’s been spending his time starting threads about Yvette on online forums. Now, he’s gained some recognition as a popular thread starter.

As soon as Connor fmished speaking, people around him immediately started chanting slogans. “Goddess, Goddess, we are crazy about you!”

“Goddess, Goddess, you’re the best, you’re our great role model

“Goddess, marry me…”

The three chants were absolutely thunderous. Yvette raised her hand, and the crowd immediately quieted down, looking at her with eager anticipation. She glanced at the people around and said plainly, “Disperse.”

Charles and Andrew arrived together. They quickly noticed Yvette standing in the crowd, surrounded by students holding various colorful signs and banners.

Andrew crossed his arms and exclaimed, “Yvette, you’re really famous all over the country now. You’ve already topped the fan rankings on the forum. These fans are intense!”

Charles watched the scene with a blank expression. Anyone else would have been thrilled, but he knew that Yvette didn’t like this kind of attention.

After Yvette said those three words, Connor immediately responded, “Okay, okay, Goddess, don’t worry! We, your fans, are very respectful and we won’t cause any trouble for you at school We’ll just support you quietly.”

This group came quickly and left just as fast. Led by Connor, they retreated quickly and in an orderly manner. The previously crowded entrance quickly became quiet, with only a few people lingering.

Andrew was amazed at the speed of the fans‘ retreat. This organization was quite disciplined, but they looked like they were hired. Andrew and Charles walked over. “Yvette, your fans are really impressive. Look how quickly they retreat,” Andrew said.

“Now that’s what I call a well–organized and disciplined fan club..” Charles agreed with Andrew this time. It was hard not to admire such a fan group.

Yvette nodded without saying anything. She went to the physics classroom while Andrew accompanied Charles to complete his enrollment paperwork.

At first, Charles didn’t know what major to choose. He graduated with top marks in finance from the top university in Mysonna. Further study seemed pointless until Samantha reminded him of something. “If you’re an assassin, majoring in law seems like a perfect fit.”

Charles thought that made sense. He was well–versed in human anatomy, so he ultimately chose the law program at Argrol University.

As Yvette entered the physics classroom, she was met with applause. She looked around but didn’t see Bonnie. Recently, Yvette’s texts had gone unanswered, except for one reply she got [All is well. I’m dealing with some issues, so it’s inconvenient to contact right now.]

Yvette nodded to the people around her and then casually found a seat. With her eyes lowered, everyone in the physics department already knew her reputation – tough and quiet.

As soon as Tobias walked in, he noticed Yvette sitting in the back row. He had heard about her return the day before and planned to pick her up with his uncle.

But unexpectedly, his blind date was rescheduled, insisting on meeting yesterday, so he had to meet his date first.

Recently, Tobias had become obsessed with blind dates. In just a few months, he had nearly gone on thirty dates, all ending without any outcome. He was so numb from dating that he looked at women as if they were tigers.

In front of the whole class, Tobias said, “Welcome back, Ms. Zeller.”

A thunderous applause echoed in the classroom once again. Yvete looked up, stood up, and politely said, “Thank you.”

Tobias smiled and said, “You can sit down, Ms. Zeller. Alright, lets start the class.”

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