Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 597

Chapter 597 

When Yvette walked out of the living room, Jeremiah finally retracted 

caze and turned to Demetrius, who was staring at 

him. Jeremiah sipped his coffee and asked calmly, “What are you looking at?” 

Demetrius chuckled lightly. For the first time that day, he found himself smiling genuinely more than once. 

“Wette is just like when she was a kid–always itching for a fight but are you sure letting her spar won’t leave your subordinates with broken arms or legs? Whist if she gets to used to you spoiling her this much?” he asked. 

Even as he spoke, Demetrius felt a pang of guilt. In his heart, Yvette deserved to be pampered this way. But he was curious how Jeremiahi would respond. 

Jeremiah glanced at Demetrius with a calun, knowing look, as if seeing through his games. He thought, “We’re both too seasoned for this kind of testing.” 

Jeremiah uttered, “Let Yvette do whatever she likes. If anything happens, I’ll deal with it. What’s the point of a bottom line? Yvette upholds her own bottom line. Rules that she doesn’t follow are meaningless.” 

“If she doesn’t follow them, neither will I. She can do whatever she wants to,” Jeremiah said in an almost monotonous tone, so calm it lacked any emotional fluctuation. 

Demetrius, resting his hand lightly on the wheelchair, paused and looked deeply at him. Jeremiah was indeed an interesting person, far more devoted to Yvette than he had anticipated. 

As a major general of Clusia, he had thought Jeremiah would hold to principles and rules more steadfastly than anyone. Yet here Jeremiah was, saying Yvette was his only bottom line and moral compass. The words left Demetrius deeply shaken. 

Still, this was for the best. Only a man who put Yvette above everything else deserved to walk through life with her. If Jeremiah had given an answer that displeased him, Demetrius would have stopped at nothing to prevent their relationship. 

Brady sighed and said, “Alright. I see you’re showing off your love for her at every opportunity. Do you think making me jealous does you any good?” 

Jeremiah, expression as cold as ever, poured Demetrius another cup of coffee. His gaze was sharp, his voice indifferent. “It does quite a lot of good. You’re not an easy person to deal with. 

“If I can make you angry enough to drop dead, it’ll save me some trouble, Jeremiah continued. 

The cup of coffee hovered mid–air in Demetrius‘ hand. No matter how priceless it was, he couldn’t bring himself to drink it. Jeremiah truly lived up to being Yvette’s man–his words were either nonexistent or so sharp they could enrage even the dead 

Meanwhile, outside, the moment Yvette appeared, Emmett, Chris, and Frankie immediately stopped fighting. To be precise, Emmett and Chris stopped. Frankie finally caught a breather from the beating 

Standing in a row, Emmett and Chris flanked Frankie, making him look small and helpless. 

Sporting panda eyes, bruises all over, and hair that had been yanked into a bird’s nest, Frankie wiped imaginary tears from the corner of his eyes and flung himself theatrically at Yvette’s feel 

Frankle knew the boundaries. He didn’t want another beating from jeremiah, so he was careful not to touch her pants. Instead, he just flopped down at her feet and sobbed frantically, ve, thank goodness you’re here.” 

“If you 

didn’t come, they would’ve beaten me to death. Emmett and Chris are madmen, totally inhumane! Look at me. There’s not a single unharmed spot on my body,” he continued dramatically. 

“And my hair–do you know how much I spent getting a professional hairdresser to style it? All ruined! I might as well die. 

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Chapter 397 

I’ve got no dignity left to live for!” 

At that moment. Frankie resetibled a shrew from the village, rolling on the ground, full of exaggerated vigor. In fact, he seemed even more energetic than a normal person. 

Emmett and Chris, seeing Frankie’s antics, collectively ignored him. This guy’s getting more shameless. Why does he dare to pull this act in front of Yve? they thought. 

Chris gritted his teeth and said, “Yve, this guy started rumors in the group chat about Jeremiah fighting love rivals. That’s why Emmett and I rushed over from the training room, only to find it was all a ridiculous misunderstanding. 

“He deserved the beating. I haven’t even hit him enough. 

Enumett, ever the neat freak, straightened his rumpled clothes and respectfully addressed Yvette, “Yve, this guy extorted 330 thousand dollars each from both of us. Beating him wasn’t uncalled for.” 

Yvette glanced down at Frankie sprawled at her feet, then lifted her gaze to Emmett and Chris. Her stunning, delicate face showed little emotion. Arching a brow with a touch of mischief, she lazily said to Frankie, “So, you have a death wish?” 

Frankie froze, scrambling to his feet as if his life depended on it Shaking his head furiously, he stammered, “Yve, I was joking! Just running my mouth! Don’t take it seriously!” 

Yve’s questions were always serious, and if he dared answer “yes she might just take it upon herself to fulfill his wish. Hearing his response, a faint trace of disappointment flashed across Yvette’s eyes. Emmett and Chris noticed it, silently wondering why she seemed almost regretful Frankie didn’t want to die. 

Yvette turned her gaze to Emmett and Chris, lifting her eyelids slightly with a casual arrogance. Tilting her head, she said unhurriedly. “You two still haven’t had enough? I-