Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 652

Chapter 652 

After a moment, Frankie couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Oh, come on!” he exclaimed, snapping everyone out of their daze. He jumped up and dropped to his knees before Yvette. 

He then started to ramble dramatically. “Dear heavens, look at me. I’m Yvette’s most loyal follower. Can’t you make me a little like her? I’m not asking for much, just a third of her is enough! 

“Good heavens, this isn’t fair. She’s already incredible. Can’t you just spare some talent for me?” Frankie clasped his hands. together as he spoke. His face was full of solemn devotion. 

Bruce and Sienna turned their heads away. The corners of their mouths twitched as they chose to ignore him entirely. What is this guy even doing?‘ they thought. 

Chris was tempted to give Frankie a good kick, sending him back to his hometown once and for all. 

Meanwhile, Jeremiah shot a deep, contemplative glance at Frankie, who was still frantically “praying” for help. For the first time, Jeremiah found himself considering whether he should send Frankie to Afria and never bring him back. 

The golden sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over Yvette’s green eyes and her lashes. Her brown hair draped lazily over her shoulders as she stared at Frankie for a few seconds through half–lidded eyes. 

Then, she spoke in a calm tone, “Frankie.” 

Frankie instantly sprang to his feet, his face lighting up. “Yvette, did you just call me?” 

Yvette’s voice was soft as she said, “I don’t believe in fate or destiny. I only 

believe in myself.” 

Frankie paused for a moment, then seemed to understand, nodding confidently. “Yvette, I get it now. Asking the heavens is pointless, right? Got it, I understand.” 

Bruce, Sienna, Chris, and the others all thought Frankie had finally stopped with his “prayers.” But just a second later, he sat back down on the couch and stared at Yvette. 

When they saw this, they knew he was about to pull another stunt. 

With a mischievous grin, Frankie said, “Yvette, have you ever considered taking on a last student? I’m smart, brave, kind, strong, and most importantly, good–looking.” He even adjusted his collar as he spoke. 

At this point, Bruce, Chris, and Sienna had completely given up on trying to help Frankie. ‘Maybe we should just send him to the psychiatric hospital,‘ they thought. 

Jeremiah turned to Yvette. “If you want him gone, I can take care of it.” 

Yvette propped her chin up on her hand and smirked as she nodded. That simple gesture made Frankie nearly leap out of 

his seat. 

“I knew it, Yvette! You have an eye for talent. Out of everyone, only you can see my potential and excellence. Don’t worry. With your guidance, I’ll keep winning the jackpot–wait, no, I mean I’ll work hard and definitely won’t let you down!” Frankie said confidently. 

Bruce and the others felt their eyes twitch. ‘So, hitting the lottery was his real priority, huh?‘ they wondered. 

Yvette lifted her gaze, stood up, and gave Frankie a meaningful smile. “I have high standards for looks when I take on students, so I won’t be accepting you.” 

Jeremiah stood up too. A faint smirk played on his lips. “Let’s go eat,” he said, then walked out of the presidential suite with 

Yvette. 

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Frankie pointed at himself, his face falling as he stared at the others in disbelief. “What did Yvette mean by that? What does she mean by high standards for looks‘ and not accepting me?” 

Chris‘ expression remained neutral. He replied calmly, “Don’t you have any self–awareness?” 

Sienna tried to hold back a laugh as she looked at the confused Frankie. She wasn’t sure if she was comforting him or making things worse. “Frankie, Yvette definitely has standards for looks. Just look at Mr. Chavez for reference. 

Frankie was left speechless. 

Bruce straightened his cuffs, walked over, and casually draped an arm around Sienna’s waist. 

He glanced at Frankie and said seriously, “Next time you brag about yourself in front of Yvette, try to be more realistic. Stop making things up. Even if you’re okay saying it, we can’t stand hearing it.” 

With that, the three of them headed downstairs, leaving Frankie reeling from the constant blows. ‘Am I not good–looking?” he wondered. 

Frankie pulled out his phone, opened the front camera, and inspected his reflection closely. Took perfectly fine, right? Yvette and the others just can’t appreciate it. My face is the current trend among pretty boys!‘ he thought. 

Satisfied with the angle, Frankie snapped a photo and sent it to the “Happy Family” group chat. He wrote: [Sending a picture of this handsome guy to brighten your day. Hope you all like it!] 

Eagle King replied: [What trash got in here?] 

Samantha: [A beautiful day starts with bad eyesight.] 

Andrew: [Who’s more handsome than me?] 

Flying Fish: [Maybe we can save a spot for you as the tragic supporting lead in some melodramatic soap opera.] 

Rodney: [Not even half as handsome as me.] 

Kash: [Confidence is fine, but don’t be shameless. Keep it to yourself. I didn’t see anything.] 

Charles: [Looks pretty average.] 

After dinner, everyone headed back to their rooms. As soon as Yvette entered hers, she got a call from Howard in Betrico. 

She glanced at Jeremiah, signaling him to shower first. He nodded and headed to the bathroom. Yvette walked out onto the balcony with her phone, as Howard’s voice came through, sounding unusually serious.