Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520 

Yvette set aside her phone and stated flatly. “Silas’s medical laboratory.” 

Frankie nodded thoughtfully. “That name sounds oddly familiar doesn’t it? Feels like I’ve heard it somewhere before.” 

By the time Yvette mentioned that name, Chris had already searched for it, and a flood of results filled the screen. As Chris scanned the information, his eyes widened in shock. He glanced again at Yvette, who sat casually on the sofa. 

Bruce and Sienna remained silent, merely expressing curiosity. They knew little about the metlical field, but the name Silas sounded vaguely familiar. 

Sienna dashed to the bookshelf, rummaging through magazines until she found one. Staring at the cover featuring Silas alongside the interview title, she exclaimed that he had been named Person of the Century by The Era last month. 

Holding the magazine, Sienna returned to the sofa and showed it to Bruce and Frankie. “See? That name sounds familiar because it’s the same Silas from The Era’s interview last month! 

The Era typically profiles individuals with remarkable contributions to humanity or legendary figures in business–people most ordinary individuals could never aspire to meet. They publish only twelve covers globally each year. Since its establishment, only a few hundred have graced its pages. 

Eagerly. Frankie opened the magazine. It was slim yet filled with accounts of Silas’s life, achievements, and an exclusive interview. Initially dismissive, Frankie’s astonishment grew with each page, leaving him so awestruck he felt as though he could swallow an egg whole. 

At the same time, Chris shared the data he had found on his computer with Bruce and Sienna, their expressions mirroring Frankie’s astonishment. The entire living room fell silent. 

Ten minutes later. Frankie was the first to lower the magazine in disbelief. After a deep breath, he urged himself to remain calm and composed. 

He believed there was nothing extraordinary about this for Yvette; it was merely Mysonna’s most esteemed medical laboratory. No need for such agitation. 

Bruce, Chris, and Sienna wore complex expressions as they closed their computers. Silas’s lab wasn’t just any laboratory; it was personally endorsed by the President of Mysonna. Recently they developed the internationally popular No. 7 Toxin. 

Silas’s impressive resume could dazzle anyone. 

Frankie inquired, “Yvette, how long have you been at the laboratory?” 

Yvette smiled slightly and replied, “Ten years.” 

Frankie asked in disbelief, “Ten years?” 

The realization hit him hard. Yvette was twenty–two this year, meaning she entered Mysonna’s top medical lab at just twelve years old. Such talent in a child was astonishing. 

Bruce and Sienna exchanged glances; given who Yvette was, her exceptional abilities weren’t surprising at all. 

Chris took a sip of coffee. These moments highlighted how Yvete dwarfed ordinary people like them. 

Noticing the varied expressions of the four, Yvette leaned slightly, resting her chin on her hand and asked casually. “Is it strange?” 

In unison, Sienna, Bruce, Frankie, and Chris shook their heads. No, it’s not strange.” 

Chapter 520 

Yvette smirked then ascended the stairs, leaving the four in stunned silence. 

The following day, Yvette spotted Jeremiah seated at the dining table in casual attire. 

Jeremiah asked, “Did you sleep well?” 

Yvette arched an eyebrow as she casually asked, “When did you come back?” 

Jeremiah narrowed his eyes and replied. “At four in the morning 

Yvette glanced at the wall clock–it was only eight. It seemsed Jeremiah had only managed four hours of sleep after his 

arrival. 

Noticing the hint of redness around Jeremiah’s eyes, Yvette’s lips curled slightly. Her cool gaze fell upon him as she instinctively reached for his hand, stating nonchalantly, “Let’s head upstairs. 

Jeremiah raised an eyebrow, his usually stoic expression softening with the faintest trace of a smile. His deep–set eyes focused on Yvette, and his smile widened, revealing warmth. 

His tone turned playfully suggestive. “Hmm, let’s go upstairs.” 

Upon hearing this, Chris, Frankie, Bruce, and Sienna–all of whom had been busy trying to carve out a moment for breakfast–found their sandwiches suddenly lost their appeal. The entire living room was filled with the sweet aroma of budding romance. 

Yvette took Jeremiah’s hand and ascended the stairs. 

Meanwhile, Frankie looked disdainfully at his sandwich. “When will I ever have a sweet romance like Yvette and Jeremiah?” 

As a single man for several years, Frankie felt the sting of loneliness most acutely. 

Emmett sipped his coffee leisurely, casting a glance at Frankie. “You won’t find a girlfriend like Yvette; one must possess self- 

awareness. 

Chris nodded in agreement, picking up a piece of bread again. He stated gravely, “In your next life, you still won’t find a girlfriend like Yvette.”