Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580 

Paolo randomly picked a Clusian restaurant without even glancing at the signboard. He ordered casually by pointing at the menu and sent the attendant away. The atmosphere of the private room was anything but pleasant. 

Paolo sat next to Yvette while Frankie and Sienna sat together, hardly daring to breathe loudly. As for Jeremiah, he sat alone across them. 

Frankie and Sienna thought, Judging from the looks, this International Music Association president isn’t here to exchange pleasantries with Mr. Chavez. But what on earth is his relationship with Yvette? They were dying of curiosity yet too wary to 

ask. 

Jeremiah rose, pouring water for Paolo with calm precision before turning to fill Yvette’s glass with orange juice. 

Meanwhile, Frankie and Sienna knew their place and quietly helped themselves to their preferred drinks, then took their seats on the sidelines. Their anticipation was almost palpable as they eyed Yvette, Jeremiah, and Paolo, ready for the drama 

to unfold. 

Jeremiah settled into his chair. He was dressed in an immaculate white shirt that radiated a subtle chill, and his sharply defined features exuded an intimidating elegance. Across the table, Paolo couldn’t help but appreciate the sight. 

Paolo thought, ‘A man should be pleasing to the eye. Money? Secondary. Looks? Essential. It is, after all, the key to keeping Yvette happy. Her joy comes second to none.” 

Yvette sipped her orange juice casually with her legs crossed. She glanced at Jeremiah before turning to Paolo, who was brimming with a thousand questions yet pretended otherwise, trying to act nonchalant. Just say it already,” she drawled. 

Paolo dropped his pretense, set down his glass, and shot Yvette mild glare as he thought, This kid knows how to ruin my act. I just lost half my aura.” 

Clearing his throat, Paolo fixed his experienced gaze on Jeremiah, his tone taking on a sharper edge. “How long have you and Yvette been together?” He wasn’t planning to play nice. After all, Jeremiah was stealing away his youngest mentee 

Jeremiah pondered briefly, raised his brows, then glanced at his watch. His lips curled into a faint smile as he said, “Seven months, six days, four hours, 25 minutes, and eight seconds.” 

Paolo was about to pick up his glass to drink but paused, setting it back down. He cleared his throat before saying, “Just give me an estimation. Why go into such detail?” 

Sitting nearby, Frankie noted that he had learned something new. One day, he would flaunt his love like this, just to make everyone else jealous. 

Yvette casually lifted her eyelids, her green eyes narrowing slightly. Then, she lowered her gaze and continued to sip her orange juice. Her calm demeanor was unshaken. 

Pleased with Yvette’s composed demeanor, Paolo thought to himself, ‘Girls shouldn’t be swayed by small gestures like this But for a man to remember such trivial details so precisely. Th’s impressive 

Paolo’s gaze toward Jeremiah grew more satisfied. He continued sking, “How old are you? What do you do for a living! How many people are in your family? Do your parents like Yvette?” 

The question about Jeremiah’s parents‘ opinion of Yvette made Polo’s voice grow serious, his tone deepening. 

No matter how covered Jeremials was, he couldn’t be with Yvette if his parents couldn’t accept her temperament and character There were countless men in the world, and Yvette cold easily replace him. Yet, she shouldn’t be burdened by Troublesome in–laws. 

Jeremialis expression remained indiffering as he answered 

questions without the slightest hespation in his sleepi 

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voice, “I’m 27 years old, a military officer from Clusia. My family has four members–my parents, my grandpa, and 1” 

In the future, it’ll be five. And please don’t worry. My parents prefer Yvette to me. If given a choice, they’d probably pick her as their daughter instead, Jeremiah added. 

Paolo blinked in surprise at Jeremiah’s response but quickly understood. He thought, ‘Oh well, Yvette’s a gem–a sweet, lovable girl who could charm anyone. It’s no wonder his parents see her in such a light. They have good taste. We should meet when I go to Clusia 

As for Jeremiah’s career as a military officer, Paolo thought it wasn’t too bad. That wasn’t a concern, although the job probably didn’t pay well. After all, Paolo’s inheritance would go to Yvette, and it would be sufficient. 

Moreover, Yvette was more than capable of earning her fortune Paolo had witnessed her talents firsthand. If Jeremiah retired from the military, he could settle down at home and raise their kids. Or, if he preferred, start a business. Either way, they’d be fine. 

Yvette raised a brow. Her green eyes, deep as a winter lake, met Jeremiah’s gaze. She smiled and asked, “Done asking?” 

Paolo nodded, then shook his head and turned to look at Jeremiah. His expression turned solemn, his back straightening unwittingly. “Jeremiah, one last question. Think carefully before you answer. I want you to swear that you’ll only love Yvette for the rest of your life.” 

“She can choose to leave you, but you can’t betray her. If one day you agree to this but fail to uphold it, I swear–no matter where you are, even if it costs me everything–I’ll hire 800 assassins to make you pay. So, decide wisely,” Paolo added. 

Paolo’s words struck Frankie and Sienna as overly domineering. This was a classic case of double standards.