Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 682

Chapter 682 

Frankie’s eyes darted mischievously as he let out an exaggerated wail. I don’t care, Christ Fm telling you, if my life is ruined because of this you’re the guilty onet 

Yvette, lounging lazily on the couch, rested her chin in her hand and silently watched Frankie’s poor acting. She thought, 

This is more entertaining than the dating shone 

There was an unmistakable, knowing glint in Jeremiah’s eyes as he sat with his legs crossed. 

He thought, Frankie is up to his usual tricks again, targeting Cler. He’s been like this since they were kids. Chris is the only one he can fool, while Emmett and Bruce won’t fall for his tricks. 

Jeremiah rubbed his temple and said, “State your terms. But if you keep wailing, I’ll throw you out” 

Frankie fell silent immediately upon hearing that. He made a face and turned to Chris, who stood silently to the side. He said, “Look, given the unforgivable mistake you made this time, how about this you share half your secret stash with me? 

“And don’t even try to hide it; I’ve seen the figures in your bank account. I’m not greedy–just half will do 

Chris clenched his teeth, glaring at the shameless Frankie–always obsessed with money, like a walking piggy bank, ready to trick him at every opportunity. 

After a brief silence, Chris nodded and said, “Fine. Half. But Frankie, don’t come crying to me when you’re buried under that pile of money.” 

Frankie, having achieved his goal, suddenly straightened up, looking as lively as ever. With a grin, he said, “You don’t get it. My ultimate dream is to sleep on a bed of money.” 

Emmett came in from outside as the group chatted, now wearing fresh clothes. After carrying Yelena earlier, his mysophobia had kicked in, causing him to throw his previous outfit directly into the trash. 

He reported, “Mr. Chavez, Yvette, I have sent Yelena off. The First Military District personnel are also on board, and the arrangements in Betrico have been confirmed” 

Jeremiah nodded in acknowledgment. 

When Emmett turned to look at Frankie and Chris, he noticed something odd about their expressions. What’s with those faces? Did they have a fight? he wondered. 

Yvette, still lounging, lazily remarked, “Frankie got his balls crushed, and he’s extorting Chris‘ secret stash.” 

That one sentence summed everything up, and Frankie’s expression froze. 

Chris‘ mouth twitched as he thought, Could Yvette’s phrasing be any more precise?” 

Jeremiah turned to Yvette, who sat obediently and quietly on the couch. He rubbed his temple, his lips curling into a helpless surile. ‘She’s always full of surprises–it’s impossible not to get used to it, he mused. 

Emmett raised his water glass, froze mid–sip, and put it down with a slight shake of his hand. ‘Gosh, what did she mean by ‘crushed his balls? he wondered. 

Emmett looked at Frankie’s indescribable area and asked seriously, “Both crushed?” 

Frankie blushed and clenched his teeth before saying, “Emmett, they are not crushed.” 

“All right, all right. If nothing’s crushed, then what are you so upset about?” Emmett replied with a dismissive wave. 

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Chapter 682 

Frankie, too angry to argue, turned tail and fled. ‘Oh my goodness! Yvette is a professional slanderer. I can’t even fight back he thought. 

After Frankie stormed off, Emmett turned to Chris and asked, “Did that guy trick you again?” 

It was no secret in the group that Frankie always managed to fool Chris. 

Chris nodded and said, “Yeah, just a bit of cash. That’s all he cares about anyway, so let him enjoy himself.” 

Chris had a straightforward philosophy about money: as long as he had enough to spend, that was all that mattered–after all, he could never spend it all in his lifetime. In their group, Frankie was the only one obsessell with money–it was just part of his nature. 

The next moment, Bruno burst in from outside, dressed in an oversized T–shirt and baggy shorts. While his outfit was somewhat comparable to Eagle King’s style, it lost points for its plain black, white, and gray tone color. 

When Bruno saw everyone in the living room, he said, “Yvette, Jeremiah, Emmett, Chris, you’re all here! How about we go to a diner tonight? It’s lively here in Spaunia in the evenings, especially tonight’s festival. People from all over the world are here. 

“There must be some Clusian cuisine since you Clusians are so good at business!” 

Bruno glanced around the living room and asked, “Wait, where’s my buddy, Frankie?” 

Over the past two days, Frankie’s personality had helped him get along with Bruno, turning them into best friends 

Emmett scrutinized Bruno, thinking to himself, Is this guy really a member of the Spaunia pirates? Does he even know) what diner is?‘ 

When Bruno noticed the scrutiny, he chuckled and explained. “Emmett, don’t overthink it. I’m a local, but piracy isn’t as glamorous as it seems. Every year, during the slow season for passing ships, I travel the world to enjoy life. 

“After all, what’s the point of making so much money if you don’t enjoy it? Yvette is right–piracy is just a job. I don’t want iny children to follow in my footsteps. I’ll retire once I’ve built up my crew and reached a certain age.” 

Emmett and Chris were stunned. Bruno’s unexpectedly open–minded perspective and surprising lack of guardedness caught them off guard–he even revealed his plans for the future. 

It was clear the trust was due to Yvette. Men like Bruno did not speak so openly without a reason. It was just another testament to how extraordinary Yvette was. 

Bruno’s gaze landed on Yvette, who was lounging on the couch. He mused. Without her, I would have been nothing more than a petty pirate. Our meeting four years ago changed my life and my worldview.