Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 607

Chapter 607 

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Cyrus leaned back, his tone casual but with a hint of feigned indifference. “You used to keep to yourself. Now you’ve got a subordinate? I have to say, I’m surprised. Did you pick them up Clusia?” 

Yvette shifted her gaze slowly from Alice to Cyrus. Her sharp, intense gaze showed an undeniable arrogance, and the room seemed to grow heavier as tension thickened the air. Even Emmett straightened slightly, his guard visibly raised. 

Although Cyrus asked casually, the probing undertone of his remark was impossible to ignore. The intense look in Yvette’s eyes caused him to lower his gaze and take a sip of his coffee. 

Yvette chuckled softly, then replied, “My boyfriend’s a military officer from Clusia.” 

Cyrus‘ hand froze, the cup suspended. Though his face remained composed, the flicker of surprise was unmistakable. 

A moment later, he lowered the cup, forcing a casual tone. “A military officer from Clusia? I didn’t think you’d ever date. The man you chose must be quite something. What’s his rank?” 

The question added to the tension. Emmett’s expression darkened instantly, his gaze sharpening at the veiled curiosity in Cyrus‘ words. 

Yvette smirked, her cold gaze daring him to say more. Her voice was icy. “Do we know each other that well?” Her words hit like a slap, the unspoken message clear–to stay out of her business. 

Cyrus‘ smile faltered as her sharp rebuke sank in. He masked his irritation, but the cracks in his composure became gradually visible from repeatedly being put in his place by her. 

Sensing the shift, Emmett stepped forward, his face grim. He knew things were not going to end well, and leaving the presidential palace today might not be as simple as they had hoped. 

Unfazed by the rising tension, Yvette reached over and placed a hand gently on Alice’s shoulder. “Alice, why don’t you go play in the garden for a bit?” she said softly. 

Alice never listened to anyone except Yvette and Demetrius, and of the two, Yvette was always her top priority. She nodded and said, “Okay, Yvette. I’ll wait for you in the garden.” 

She gave Yvette a quick, affectionate lean before darting off, like a bird finally free from its cage. 

The silence that followed was suffocating. Cyrus‘ gaze locked onto Yvette, but she did not flinch, meeting his stare with a quiet, cutting intensity. 

Finally, Cyrus said, “Yvette, I was just trying to show concern. No need to take it the wrong way. If you don’t want to talk, I’ll drop it. But Demetrius has been worried about you. Does he know you’re dating?” 

Trying to defuse the tension, Cyrus steered the conversation toward Demetrius. 

The mention of Demetrius made Emmett freeze as realization dawned on him. He thought, ‘Demetrius… the man from two days ago? Is he connected to the presidential palace? And Cyrus. they share the same last name. Could they be family?‘ 

Yvette’s gaze stayed fixed, her face betraying no emotion. Her voice was cold. “That’s none of your concern 

Cyrus stiffened at the sharp dismissal, his jaw clenched in silent frustration. Her refusal to back down struck a blow to his pride. 

Emmett, thoroughly impressed, thought, ‘She really dares to treat the president of Mysonna like this? Who else is left? Is there anyone Yvette actually fears?‘ 

Yvette stood up, slipping her hands into her pockets as she raised an eyebrow at Cyrus. Her voice was calm but cutting. 

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Chapter 607 

“Mind your own business. It’s better for your health. Stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, and you might not walk away 

from this.” 

Without waiting for a response, Yvette turned and strode out, leaving Cyrus on the couch, unaffected by his anger. Emmett glanced at Cyrus‘ darkening expression before hurrying after Yvette. 

The living room felt suffocating as Cyrus sat alone, the palpable tension hanging thick in the air. 

As Dylan saw Yvette walking out, he straightened up and gave a polite bow. “Ms. Zeller, are you leaving the presidential palace? I can escort you to the gate.” 

Yvette paused, narrowing her eyes as she looked at him. Her tone was indifferent. “Which garden is Alice in?” 

The presidential palace boasted four expansive gardens, a reflection of Demetrius‘ love for plants. When the palace was built, he had them divided into four distinct sections. 

“Ms. Becker is in the East Garden,” Dylan replied, his posture respectful. “Would you like me to take you there?” 

“No need,” Yvette said. 

“Understood,” Dylan responded, bowing slightly once more. “If you need anything, just let me know.” He stepped aside, watching as Yvette and Emmett made their way toward the East Garden. 

Once they were out of sight, Dylan returned to the living room where Cyrus, his expression dark and furious, sat with a glass of red wine. 

“Mr. Becker,” Dylan began carefully, “Ms. Zeller and her companion have gone to the East Garden to meet Ms. Becker.” As soon as Yvette left, Cyrus‘ composure shattered. His gaze darkened, and a cold sneer curled his lips. “She treats my presidential palace like her own personal playground–coming and going as she pleases, without the slightest bit of respect.” 

Dylan, ever cautious, lowered his head in a bow. “Mr. Becker, should we take this opportunity to detain Ms. Zeller? The elite special forces unit is already in position.” 

Dylan knew the risks of serving those in power. After years at Cyrus‘ side, his instincts were finely attuned to his moods. 

The moment he saw Cyrus‘ expression, he knew that Yvette had gotten under his skin again. He chose his words carefully, matching the storm inside Cyrus. 

Cyrus lowered his gaze, thinking deeply. Five tense minutes passed before he finished his wine in one long gulp. His voice, cold and measured, broke the silence. “We can’t. Yvette’s a walking weapon. 

“If we take her down today, fine. But if she escapes, I’ll never sleep soundly again. And trust me, if I make a move against her, Demetrius will see to it that I don’t wake up.”