Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 642 Savannah had already calculated the angle for her fall. As long as Jeremiah did not move and reached out to catch her, she could easily tumble right into his arms. She could not believe he was still indifferent after all the obvious signals she had given. The next second, she heard someone say, "Lethandle this." As she pretended to be weak with her eyes closed, she suddenly felt herself falling into a warm embrace.

Feeling the hand on her shoulder and the strong, steady heartbeat, Savannah blushed shyly and proudly. She thought, "There's no way any man could resist me. As I thought, just a little effort, and he's falling for it! Savannah greedily inhaled the cologne scent from the embrace and planned to keep pretending to be faint. That way, the man would definitely take her to the hospital, and everything else would naturally fall into place. While Savannah was lost in her imagination, she had no idea that Frankie, who was holding her, looked completely disgusted. Staring at her dreamy face with closed eyes, he felt utterly repulsed.

Frankie had rushed over to stop Savannah from staging an accident. There was no way she was going to get close to Jeremiah, let alone fall into his arms. Frankie quickly let go, and the unsuspecting Savannah was thrown hard onto the floor. What began as a fake faint turned into a real one.

Dazed from the fall and seeing stars, Savannah knew she could not fake it anymore. She forced herself to open her eyes, only to see four expressionless faces staring back at her.

She could not understand why the man who caught her just threw her away again. 'But since he did catch me, he must be interested in me, she reckoned inwardly.

Frankie quickly took out stissues from his pocket to clean his hands.

Looking utterly distressed, she glanced at Jeremiah, who stood there as if nothing had happened. In a soft voice, she said, "Sir, thank you for catchingearlier. I'm sorry. I'm always weak. Luckily, you caught me. I-" Pausing deliberately, she cast a fake guilty look at Yvette. "Miss, please don't be upset with your boyfriend. It's all my fault." Even Chris, who was very dense, frowned and thought, 'What exactly is she trying to do? Is she trying to sow discord between Mr. Chavez and Yvette? This tactic is really low.' Jeremiah watched Savannah mutter to herself with no one responding. His breath was cold, and his blue eyes were filled with a chilling indifference. She was eager to see Yvette get upset Savannah was sure it would provoke Yvette if Jeremiah wrapped an arm around her. Then, if she played the role of being understanding and considerate, things would go in her favor.

With such a stark contrast, she was sure Jeremiah would surely see her as the gentlest and most perfect match for him. However, to her disappointment, Yvette's elegant face showed no expression. She stood there indifferently.

Yvette looked down at Savannah, a faint, sinister smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a slow, deliberate tone, she said, "Frankie, she's thanking you." Frankie looked up when his nwas mentioned while drying his hands, giving Savannah a disdainful look. "Hey, you didn't even know whose arms you fell into. I'm telling you. Instead of wasting there with us, why don't you go help your two good friends?" Savannah was stunned, trying to understand what Frankie meant. She looked at him in disbelief.

Frankie regretted catching her earlier, feeling he had sacrificed too much just to keep Jeremiah's reputation clean. He told Savannah, "Next tyou fall, watch where you're going and avoid landing in people's arms." 1/2 10:14 Wed, Jan 1 G. Chapter 642 8 96% +5 After a moment, Savannah-looked at the people around her, especially the two with expressionless faces. Suddenly, she widened her eyes in disbelief, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Y-You caught me? So, it was you?" Frankie's expression did not change the slightest, and his tdripped with disdain. "Yes, it was me. Did you really think Mr. Chavez would help you? Dream on. Apart from Yvette, Mr. Chavez wouldn't touch any other woman." He added, "Besides, can't you cup with a new tactic? Staging an accident is something Mr. Chavez encounters many times every year. Why do you scheming bitches always lack creativity?" Upon learning that Frankie had caught her, not the man before her, Savannah felt her face flush with embarrassment. Her eyes turned red with frustration, and her body trembled with anger at Frankie's words, leaving her unable to speak. Frankie looked at her, seeing her acting all sensitive and tic. Without hesitation, he teased her, "Maybe you should listen to Yvette's advice and read The Art of War to improve your skills in playing the victim." He continued, "Next time, choose your target more wisely, and don't go after someone like you did this time. Clusian men aren't that gullible. Try targeting your own country's men. They definitely fall for your tricks." Frankie's words left her speechless. Her fingers nearly dug into her skin.

Yvette glanced slyly at Jeremiah with a playful smile, casually saying, "Oh, that many?" Jeremiah's blue eyes lifted slightly, and he chuckled softly. "It's useless unless it's you." 20 Yvette lifted her chin slightly, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him, saying slowly, "You already have me. Why bother?"

Afleeting smile passed across Jeremiah's face as he focused intently on her, leaving no room for anyone else in his gaze. Their words reached others' ears especially Savannah's, making her face sourer. The jealousy in Savannah's eyes almost engulfed her. Yvette glanced at Savannah with a subtle smirk on her lips, but she did not say a word. That look alone deeply insulted the latter. When Yvette and Jeremiah's group left, they did not spare her a single glance.

Watching them leave, Savannah turned to look at the two people passed out in the snow tube. Hem Newtube. Hen gaze was fierce and spiteful. 'Useless foels! They can't even handle such a small task. What's the point of keeping them around? Might as well let them die this time,' she cursed inwardly. Furiously, Savannah pulled out her phone from her pocket, found Thiago's number, and called him. Her tone was sharp and harsh when the call was connected. "I'm on the ski track. Send someone to pickup right now." After that, she glanced again at the snow tube before her. Her tone beceven more impatient. "And make sure to call an ambulance. Those two fools passed out." On the other end, Thiago hung up and immediately sent someone. After half an hour, they finally brought Savannah and the two unconscious women down from the ski track.

In the room, Thiago looked at the disheveled Savannah. "What happened to you? Didn't you say you'd find a chance to approach that man? What's going on now?" Sitting on the couch, Savannah was so furious at Thiago's words that she nearly crushed the cup in her hands. 212