Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700 

The scene changed and revealed another video–this one deliberately zoomed in. 

It clearly showed that when Yelena returned to the Lynch residence, her collarbone and arms bore no signs of injury. Yet, by the following day, when she emerged again, her exposed skin was bruised and battered. 

The video footage in Jeremiah’s hand made it undeniably clear Yelena’s wounds weren’t inflicted by Yvette. As for how they appeared, everyone in the room could guess the answer. 

Yelena had gone to such lengths–hurting herself–to frame Yvette. Such scheming, such depths of malice. However, she hadn’t anticipated Jeremiah and Yvette coming armed with not one but two videos to expose her lies. 

This was a textbook example of someone digging their own grave. The Lynch family had sealed their fate. 

The Lynch family didn’t value the life–saving debt owed to Jase from the battlefield generations ago. If they did, they might still hold a respected position in the capital for three more generations. Now, it was all ruined by their own hands. 

The conference room buzzed with murmurs when the truth was revealed. All eyes fell on the crumbling figures of Camden and Yelena. 

Camden slumped helplessly in his chair with his head hung low. He knew it was over. The Lynch family was finished, and it was his once–brilliant, ever–competitive daughter who had brought their downfall in the most humiliating way imaginable. Meanwhile, Yvette and Jeremiah were unperturbed. From the beginning, this had been nothing more than Yelena’s ridiculous one–woman show. They had simply watched a performance for free. 

Suddenly, Yelena stood up, her hands pressed firmly against the table. Her bloodshot eyes glared with hatred, her veins bulged on her forehead, and her face was as pale as a ghost. She seemed as if she could devour Yvette alive. 

With a crazed laugh, Yelena shouted, “Yvette, what makes you deserving of Mr. Chavez?” 

Yelena’s words left the conference room dead silent. Everyone abruptly froze in shock, thinking, ‘Is Yelena truly out of her mind? Asking such an audacious question now is practically a death wish.’ 

Emmett’s sharp gaze locked onto Yelena as he thought, ‘Is her brain damaged? Not just Mr. Chavez, there isn’t a man who could be too good for Yvette. No man could ever measure up to her.’ 

Yvette raised her eyes to meet Yelena’s crazed glare. Her green irises, like bottomless pools, reflected an unshaken calm. With a detached expression, her lips curled into a mischievous smirk. 

Leaning back in her chair, Yvette rested her hands on the armrests. “Why? Because I’m stunningly drop–dead gorgeous,” she drawled, her voice faint and unhurried. The conference room fell into stunned silence at her words. 

Under any other circumstance, Yvette’s remark would have caused an uproarious laugh. However, no one in the conference room could scoff as their gazes fell upon Yvette’s breathtaking face. Her perfect–looking face was simply too convincing–a masterpiece of divine partiality. 

Emmett’s eye twitched involuntarily as he thought, ‘Damn it. Yvette’s deadly way with words could drive anyone up the wall 

Meanwhile, Jeremiah held back a smile as his gaze lingered on Yvette from the moment she entered the meeting room. Hǹ shimmering blue eyes never wavered for even a second. With a lazy tone and a faint smile tugging at his lips, he said, “Indeed. Drop–dead gorgeous.” 

Those present had just processed Yvette’s earlier words, only to be hit with this unexpected declaration from Jeremiah. Their collective disbelief hung in the air as they thought, ‘What’s going on with Mr. Chavez? Is this the same stoic, untouchable man we know?‘ 

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Heads dropped in unison, as if by silent agreement, while a singular thought took root in their minds, ‘Will we even make it 

out of this conference room after we see this side of him?‘ 

However, one thing was clear now. The gossip circulating in Betrico was no exaggeration. Jeremiah and Yvette had an unusual bond, a connection deeper than anyone had imagined, 

Everyone present knew the kind of family values the Chavez fairly upheld. And as for Yvette, no one doubted that she would soon become the most envied woman in Betrico–another Aurora. Jeremiah’s devotion promised to surpass even that of Clifford. 

The crowd knew full well that Yvette’s modesty was merely a courtesy. As the International First–Class Interpol Officer and the mastermind behind the luxury brand Vibe, either title of Yvette’s was enough to outshine someone like Yelena. 

As Tim lowered his gaze, he resigned to his fate as he continued reporting to Samantha. A once–proud deputy commander, he had now been reduced to nothing more than a glorified messenger. 

Tim texted: [Yelena demanded to know why Yvette deserved Mr. Chavez, and Yvette said it’s because she’s drop–dead gorgeous.] 

Samantha replied: [Drop–dead gorgeous? Yvette’s one modest angel.] 

Tim’s mouth twitched awkwardly as he put his phone away. He fixed his gaze on Samantha as he thought, ‘What kind of spell has she cast on Samantha?‘ 

Meanwhile, Yelena stood frozen. Her lips trembled, her throat felt clogged, and she couldn’t squeeze out a word. Her eyes burned with venom, and malice oozed from every inch of her. 

Eventually, Yelena exploded, “Yvette, so what if you’re pretty? I’ve sacrificed so much for Jeremiah. To be with him, I got into the military academy, fought my way to the First Military District, and even got plastic surgery.” 

“I learned countless skills and pushed myself to the brink. I didn’t dare to rest for even a second just so I could stand by his side,” Yelena added. 

“I’ve done so much and was so close to my goal, but you appeared. Why did you appear? You stole Jeremiah from me. You deserve a terrible end, you witch,” Yelena fumed. 

Yelena’s unhinged remarks left everyone present stunned. They thought, ‘Is this woman insane? According to her, Mr. Chavez must be with her because she has done things for him. What a joke. If every woman in Betrico acted like this, would Mr. Chavez even take notice?‘ 

Yvette narrowed her eyes, her brows arched slightly. Her expression remained indifferent as she propped her chin on her hand, yet she smiled faintly.