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

Chapter 644 Frankie agreed without hesitation. "No problem, Yve. Let's have match when we get the chance. Just don't lose, alright?" His grin was as bright as a blooming flower.

cry when you Usually, Yvette crushed them in every aspect, but this time, he could finally turn the tables and dominate her in gaming. Just the thought of it made him feel ecstatic.

Yvette half-closed her eyes, her gaze clear. She leaned back lazily glancing at Frankie with indifference. 'Lose? Now that's an interesting prospect,' she thought.

Bruce and the others remained silent. Yvette took the initiative to challenge someone to a gand the outcwas genuinely unpredictable. Although Frankie was a skilled gamer, Yvette's talents were no less formidable.

Everyone knew just how terrifyingly gifted she was, making this match highly anticipated. Jeremiah smirked, thinking that once Frankie finished the game, he would probably start questioning his life.

While they were chatting, Savannah and Thiago were silently observing them in a nearby booth seating. Seeing Yvette and the others chatting and laughing made Savannah's expression darken, especially when Jeremiah personally fed Yvette a piece of watermelon. Savannah's face turned even more grim.

Thiago reassured her, "Don't worry. I've bribed the attendant here. In just a moment, you'll see that man and woman drink the wine and juice laced with aphrodisiacs. Tonight, you'll get what you want." Savannah turned her head and gave Thiago an elegant but warning look. She said, "You'd better not mess this up again, or you know my temper." Thiago nodded confidently and replied, "Relax. Just get ready for that man to be delivered to your room." Meanwhile, Yvette and her group were still chatting when a plain looking waiter approached with a tray. The waiter hesitated at the sight of their imposing demeanor but steeled himself when he remembered the money he had been promised-enough to keep him from working for years.

Gritting his teeth, he walked over and said, "Sir, Madam, here's the wine and freshly squeezed orange juice you ordered. Please enjoy." He placed the drinks on the table and stepped back but did not leave, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes darting nervously to the group.

Chris glanced up at the waiter before lowering his gaze again. Frankie and Bruce also gave the waiter a casual glance, noting the cold sweat on his forehead and his tightly drawn expression. Their eyes shifted to the drinks on the table, flashing with suspicion. Frankie suddenly spoke, "Hey, remember them again? I can't quite recall." those fools who tried to plot against Jeremiah before? Chris, what happened to Without lifting his head, Chris replied plainly, hey died." Sienna, clueless about the sudden topic shift, chimed in casually. "Anyone plotting against Jeremiah probably met a miserable end. And those who dared offend Yve? Their outcomes must've been even worse." Bruce, with his arm draped over Yvette's shoulders, gave the nervous waiter a sidelong glance. He asked, "What do you think happens to someone who tries to mess with both Jeremiah and Yve at the stime?" Sienna laughed incredulously and replied, "That would ways to court death, why pick the most idiotic one?" someone choosing the dumbest way to die. There are a hundred 10:14 Wed, Jan 14 G F Chapter 644 496%0 Their conversation, every word of it, reached the waiter's ears, is back was drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling as he wiped his forehead with a shaking hand. He did not dare look at them again.

Yvette lounged in the booth seating, her chin resting on her hand. Her exquisite features were shrouded in shadow, her eyes tranquil like a deep pool. She casually picked up the orange juice and brought it to her lips. The next second, Jeremiah, equally calm, picked up the wine, his gaze icy.

Bruce, Frankie, and Chris exchanged glances. If they could even tell the waiter was acting suspiciously, there was no way Jeremiah and Yvette would not have noticed.

Yvette, holding the juice near her lips, sniffed it briefly. The unfamiliar scent confirmed her suspicion within two seconds. A trace of amusement flickered in her eyes. It had been a long tsince anyone dared to use such a low difficulty trick on her. Jeremiah had similarly glanced at the wine before noticing Yvette drink the juice. Without hesitation, he followed suit, downing the wine.

"Jeremiah, Yve," the rest called out. They could not believe Yvette and Jeremiah knew something was wrong with the drinks and still downed them like it was nothing. 'What kind of move was that?' they wondered.

The waiter, seeing the drinks consumed, finally relaxed. According to his instructions, all he needed was confirmation that they drank it, and his task was done. The money would soon be his.

He turned and looked back at the booth seating sdistance away. Then, he fled the scene without looking back as if wolves were chasing him.

After the waiter left, Jeremiah turned to Chris and ordered, "Go. Keep an eye on him." Chris nodded and immediately moved through the crowded dance floor, heading in the direction the waiter had gone.

Bruce and Frankie exchanged a knowing look. Jeremiah and Yvette clearly had a plan. 'Still, what was in those drinks?" they wondered.

Yvette raised her eyelids slightly, her cold gaze laced with nonchalance and a hint of playfulness. She smirked wickedly and said, "It's a potent aphrodisiac. Enough to arouse an elephant. They must think highly of us." Jeremiah turned to her, his face impassive. "Mm. I'm affected. There's no antidote. I'll have to trouble you," he said.

Frankie, mid-sip of wine, almost spat it out. 'Seriously? Since when did Jeremiah get this shameless?' he wondered.

Knowing full well there was something wrong with the wine, Jeremiah still drank it. Frankie was baffled. It turned out Jeremiah was waiting for this moment.

Bruce and Sienna's lips twitched. 'Jeremiah has completely thrown away his dignity; to say such shameless words is truly astonishing,' they thought.

Yvette rested her chin on her hand, looking at Jeremiah with a faint smile, her beautiful brows and eyes exuding an extrcoldness. She said, "Open your mouth." Jeremiah paused for a few seconds, glanced at Yvette's right hand, and reluctantly opened his mouth.

Yvette then placed the small pill she was holding into his mouth. It melted instantly, leaving a refreshing mint flavor-not unpleasant at all.

Bruce and the others only paused briefly before accepting that Yvette she could had the antidote. After all, she could do anything. Having an antidote for ah aphrodisiac was no big deal; nothing was surprising about it. Frankie said anxiously, "Yve, hurry and take the medicine. This stuff isn't a joke-if you don't take the antidote soon, it could really harm your body." 10:14 Wed, Jan 14 G F Chapter 644

Sienna finally understood what had happened. She looked at Yvette with a nervous expression and said, "Yve, Frankie is right. You should take the antidote quickly." The three of them turned to look at Yvette.

Yvette raised her eyes to glance at them, her expression unchanged, her voice soft and slow. "There's only one pill." 96%1

Upon hearing that, Frankie m immediately jumped up from his sent, utterly panicked. He said, "Yve, one pill? That's not funny! If there's only one pill and you've given it to Jeremiah, what about you?" 0