Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431 

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Bonnie had forgotten Janice was still there and quickly stepped out from the crowd. She walked over to Janice, and the attention shifted toward her. Janice looked innocent, drawing the eyes of a few male students nearby. 

Seeing that she’d succeeded in attracting attention, Janice flashed a sweet smile at the onlookers, relishing the admiration. 

Bonnie said with a shy smile, “Janice, my dorm is just up ahead. I’ll take you there to rest for a bit, and later, I’ll help you find a place to stay.” 

Just then, Yvette’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it. It was from Simon, asking her to come to his office. 

Bonnie walked back to Yvette. “Yvette, I’ll take Janice to my dorm first, then find her a place later. I’ll meet you and Jeremiah afterward.” 

Yvette put her phone away and nodded casually. “Okay.” 

John, hearing that Janice was Bonnie’s sister and noticing her bandaged foot, eagerly offered to help her to the girls‘ dorm. 

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Janice assumed John was interested in her. She looked at his simple clothes and secretly sneered. “This guy’s clothes are way too plain, she thought, though she kept a sweet smile on her face. 

“Thank you,” she said to John, whose cheeks flushed. 

He had no idea that his well–intentioned gesture would nearly land him in hot water. If he’d known, he would never have volunteered. 

After the three left, Yvette nodded briefly to the onlookers before heading to Simon’s office. 

Inside the office, Yvette knocked and entered to find the usual spread of snacks on Simon’s desk, though this time, there was a broader selection and even a fresh cup of milkshake, clearly just delivered. 

Simon was on the phone, and he gestured for Yvette to take a seat. She settled herself on the sofa, pulled out her phone, and opened a bag of snacks, munching contentedly. 

Simon, noticing her at ease, chuckled and continued his call. 

Meanwhile, a text arrived from Eagle King. [Boss, any plans lately? I’m bored out of my mind. Flying Fish just got back home, and said he’s going to try acting and make some extra cash to blow. I’m practically turning to stone over here.] 

Yvette bit into chips, then typed back: [I’m heading to South East Aploth in Golden Triangle in a few days. You’re welcome to join if you’re interested.] 

Within a minute, Eagle King replied: [Boss, I’m definitely interested. Count me in. It’s been years since I’ve been to Voraxia. Wonder if our old friends there are still around.] 

Yvette’s gaze deepened as she read the message, fingers pausing mid–typing, and her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she put her phone away. 

Simon ended his call and sat down across from her on the sofa. This day’s got my head spinning with all the work.” 

Since the incident with Patrick, the director’s position at Argrol University had been vacant, leaving Simon to handle every aspect of university affairs. 

Patrick’s mess had kept Simon swamped until now, so as soon as he heard Yvette was back, he texted her right away. She was always busy, and catching her was no easy task. 

Yvette pushed the freshly made coffee toward him and said politely, “Mr. Sunderland, here’s some coffee.” 

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Simon, delighted, accepted it gratefully. “So, did everything go shoothly while you were away?” 

Yvette raised an eyebrow and nodded, her tone light and unhurried. “Yes, all done. She came back with us 

Simon nodded. After some small talk, he steered the conversation toward Patrick. 

Simon looked grave. “The verdict on Patrick’s case is out. It was handed down a few days ago. Amy was acquitted, and Patrick got fifteen years. By the time he’s out, he’ll likely be a broken man.” 

Yvette leaned back and nodded, her voice cool. “Has Amy returned to school?” 

Simon sighed. What Amy had endured at the hands of her advisor was something hard to heal from 

He began. “No, she took a leave of absence, but the school will hold her spot indefinitely. Only she can work through the wounds, both mental and physical, on her own. 

“We can’t help. I’ll make sure someone visits regularly to offer her whatever help we can.” 

Yvette’s eyes darkened as she held her milkshake, her gaze sharp and steady. Slowly, she spoke. “I’ll give you 70 million.” 

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Simon’s hand trembled slightly, spilling half his coffee not because of the 70 million, but because he had no idea why Yvette would give him that amount out of nowhere. ‘Is she just so wealthy that she’s got money to burn? Simon thought, amused. 

It seemed plausible. Yvette’s wealth likely surpassed what she could reasonably spend. 

Yvette continued, her tone calm and measured, “Use the 70 million to establish a foundation under Argrol University’s name, dedicated to helping women like Amy who’ve been raped. You can handle the details, Mr. Sunderland.” 

Simon was stunned. He’d considered a hundred different reasons she might have for giving him 70 million, but the thought of her wanting to establish a foundation never crossed his mind. 

‘Well… He was speechless, watching Yvette sip her milkshake with quiet composure. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice somber. “Alright. I’ll make it happen.” 

Yvette always acted more than she spoke. Though she seemed indifferent and detached, her heart was compassionate and full of empathy. 

Simon lowered his gaze, feeling an unexpected pang of sadness. In recent years, the teaching profession had somehow become one of the least trusted. 

Cases of teachers harassing or raping students were alarmingly common. If not for Patrick’s situation, Simon would never have believed such an ugly yet kind monster was working so close by.