Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 601

Chapter 601 

Demetrius wheeled himself around, his tone icy as he spoke. “Ule Cyrus, everyone has their limits, and if those limits are essed, there will be consequences. If you give up on recruiting vette, we can still be family” 

Cyrus froze, imally understanding his nephew’s thoughts. It was the first time in years Demetrius had spoken so openly- and he realized that without Yvette, his nephew might never have opened up like this. 

Rather than reacting with anger, Cyrus chuckled. “So, being your mele means I can’t recruit Yvette, and you being my nephew means the same. In other words, I’m not allowed near her, right?” 

Demetrius met Cyrus‘ gaze, his voice firm. “It’s not that you’re not allowed. It’s that you simply can’t.” 

Cyrus nearly choked on his water, thinking. He must have learned that from Yvette. Of all the things he could learn from her, he learned to be sharp–tongued: He either stays quiet or gets under my skin when he speaks 

“All right, I get it. I’ll give up on keeping Yvette around. But can we at least negotiate? I’m your uncle–you wouldn’t want me kicking the bucket early, right?” he asked. 

He added. Tve been relying on Yvette to monitor my health and using her traditional medicine prescription for years. Don’t you think I deserve an upgrade? If not, can I at least get a different flavor?” 

Cyrus put on a pitiful expression as he finished his sentence. The traditional medicine she had prescribed was far more unpleasant than anything modern medicine offered–thick, dark, and utterly unappetizing. 

Every time he forced the concoction down, it left him battling nausea for what felt like ages. The experience was nothing. short of excruciating. He couldn’t help but lament inwardly, “Why must I, the president of Mysonna, go through this?” 

I don’t dare stop the medication for fear of complications. All Ieant is for Yvette to re–diagnose my condition and prescribe something that doesn’t taste so awful. Why is that so much to ask?‘ 

Demetrius studied Cyrus‘ earnest expression and, sensing his sincerity, softened. “Prepare a 300 million dollar consultation fee, and I’ll ask Yvette if she’s willing” 

Cyrus let out a chuckle, amused and exasperated. ‘Demetrius, I’m your uncle. You really don’t pull any punches when it comes to setting consultation fees on Yvette’s behalf, do you?” 

Demetrius pushed the door open, paused briefly, and raised an eyebrow as he responded. “Blood is thicker than water, but business is business.” 

As he left, Dylan knocked and stepped inside. Spotting Cyrus seated, he inquired respectfully, “Mr. Becker, should we withdraw the men monitoring Mr. Becker?” 

Cyrus expression turned somber. “Keep them in place, but stop tracking his movements. The people who attacked my brother and his wife, abducting Demetrius and Alice to the slurs, are still out there. They might target Demetrius again, and I need to ensure his safety” 

Dylan nodded. “Understood, Mr. Becker. I’ll arrange it right away 

With a weary wave, Cyrus dismissed Dylan, who promptly stepped out. 

The next morning at the mansion, Yvette and Jeremiah descended the stairs only to spot Emmett, Chris, and Frankie entering from outside, still clad in the same outfits as the day before.. 

They had spent the entire night in the training room, pushing themselves to their limits. While Emmett and Chris seemed to hold up reasonably well. Frankie appeared utterly drained and disheveled. 

Dark circles shadowed Frankie’s eyes, and the relentless training with Emmett and Chris had left him even more battered, 

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When the trio caught sight of Yvette and Jeremiah, they imuned tely straightened up despite their exhaustion, greeting them in unison, “Good morning, Mr. Chavez, Yvette,” 

Yvette’s gaze swept over the trio, her voice low and teasing as she remarked, “You all seem in good spirits.” 

Frankie was on the verge of tears, thinking, ‘Good spirits? Yvette sure has a knack for encouragement. We’re miserable and drenched in sweat, reeking so badly even a stray dog would steer clear of us. How could she possibly say that about us?” 

Meanwhile, Emmett and Chris‘ eyes lit up at her remark. The intense training from the previous night had pushed their endurance to new heights. 

Emmett, in particular, felt that his ancient combat power seemed close to a breakthrough, as though he was just one step away from reaching an entirely new level of power. 

Among the three, only Frankie felt nothing but pain. It was as if fate had offered him a door to greatness, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the strength to open it. 

Jeremiah stood with his hands in his pockets, adding casually, “Not bad.” 

Chris was exhilarated. “Mr. Chavez, Yvette, you felt it too, right? After that intense session yesterday, Emmett and I both felt like our blood vessels and meridians had been completely cleared. 

“During our night training, we could actually feel the difference like we’d grown stronger. Yvette, would you mind giving us another beating next time you have the chance?” he asked. Chris was committed. He didn’t mind taking a beating as long as he could get stronger. 

Emmett shared his sentiment, gazing at Yvette intently. It would be great if Yvette could beat us up every day. I’m sure she’s not beating us up for nothing; it must be to train us, he mused. 

Only Frankie took off running as soon as he heard those words. On the verge of tears, he begged, “Those two are nuts! I don’t have such thoughts! If I get beaten up again, I’m as good as dead!” 

Yvette glanced at the excited Chris and Emmett, then at Frankie who had rushed to the stairwell. Her striking features were 

about this. No three are on the same page laced with amusement as her lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “Make sure you one can be spared.” 

Jeremiah narrowed his eyes and mused. ‘She’s teasing them again 

With that, Yvette and Jeremiah left for their morning exercise, leaving Emmett and Chris exchanging puzzled glances, while Frankie stood there, looking on the verge of tears. 

Emmett and Chris turned around in sync, looking at Frankie sinisterly. They then approached him. 

Frankie wanted to escape but had nowhere to go, so he clung to the handrail and shouted desperately, “You guys are too much! If you want Yvette to beat you up, fine, but leave me out of it! Somebody, help!”