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

Secrets Of MrS 596 Chapter 596 Jeremiah's eyes were dark as he spoke calmly. "Jealous? Then go find someone for you Demetrios spinning his wheelchair, waved dismissively and replied, "Nali, women are too much trouble. I'd rather May single and free for the rest of my life." Yvette stood up, pursed her lips, and slowly shifted her gaze to jeremiah and Demetrius in the wheelchair. Resting her chin on her hand and crossing her legs, she lazily said in her usual cotone, "You two make a good pair." Jeremiah and Demetrius froze simultaneously, turning to Yvette in unison. Their usually composed expressions disappeared.

In the courtyard. Emmen and Chris stood tall under the scorching sun. Sweat beaded faintly on their foreheads. Chris glanced at the harmonious scene inside the house, then back at their own predicament, scowling at Emmett. "Emmett, the one thing I regret the most is coming back with you to witness Jeremiah's ," he complained. Beside him, Emmett stretched his muscles slightly and countered, "Don't act like you don't want to see how Jeremiah deals with his love nival." As they backered, Frankie cheerfully descended from the mansion's third floor nearby. Seeing Emmett and Chris at the courtyard gate, he approached with a mischievous grin, saying. You two got back quick, huh?" The moment Frankie appeared, Chris and Emmett stopped talking, turning to him with sharp gazes.

Frankie paused, confused. 'What's with their expressions? Didn't just make a call that lasted a bit too long? Why do they look like they're ready to eatalive? Even someone as oblivious as Frankie could tell something was off. Quickly discarding his playful demeanor, he cautiously asked, "Emmett, Chris, what's wrong? Did I do something to upset you? Please, just tell me. Let's talk this through- everything can be solved." Emmett and Chris both smiled at Frankie, beckoning him over. Their smiles should have felt warm and inviting, but Frankie sensed an ominous chill behind them.

Reluctantly, Frankie stepped closer, his smile growing wider in a desperate attempt to diffuse the tension. Before he could speak, Frankie's fist landed squarely on his left eye. Chris followed up with a punch to his right eye.

Dazed by the sudden attack, Frankie clutched both but could still feel the immense pain. He let out a deafening wail "What the heck? Don't you two have any decency? Why are you hitting me? If you don't explain yourselves today, ['IL. FIL..." But no matter how hard he tried, Frankie couldn't finish his sentence Emmett rubbed his wrist, his tone heavy. "You'll what? Say again that Demetrius is Jeremiah's love rival?" Chris was so furious he almost kicked Frankie again. He scolded, Frankie, you've never done anything reliable. Remember when we were kids training in the mountains? You kept poking hornets' nests and brought the swarm back to us. We spent an entire day driving them away." "Or when we practiced swimming? Instead of sticking to the bases, you dived straight into a river in the wild full of piranhas. We spent all night dealing with those fish," he continued.

"And now? You're spreading nonsense in the group chat about Jeremiah's epic showdown with a love rival, calling it an intense scene "Look at the living room now-Jeremiah, Yve, and Demetrius look like a happy family. And you dare to misreport things? I 1/3 10 18 Sat Dec 28 Chapter 396 feel like killing yo 3.97% 97%0 Emmett had almost forgotten these absurd episodes of Frankie until Chris brought them up. Truly, Frankie had never done anything remotely responsible.

Even Frankie's thick skin couldn't save him now. Embarrassed, he muttered under his breath, unwilling to meet their eyes, "Can't we just talk this through? Why bring up old stuff?" "Everyone's mischievous as a kid. That was just youthful innocence, something you wouldn't understand. Besides, I did Demetrius identity in the group chat. He's Jeremiah's brother-in-law," he continued.

The moment he said that, Emmett and Chris' anger spiked. They thought, 'Demetrius isn't just any brother-in- law. He's Yve's brother. Whether by blood or bond, family is family. So what kind of are we supposed to be watching?" Emmett asked, "You posted in the group? What exactly did you post, huh?" Their phones had been on them the whole time, and no such message existed.

Frankie froze, then realized he had been interrupted by a family call and had forgotten to send the message. Now there was no denying who was at fault.

Instinctively, Frankie took a cautious step back, keeping a wary eye on Emmett and Chris. Outsiders might not know what that meant, but they knew him too well. The fact that Frankie led with his left foot meant only one thing-he was preparing to flee.

With a grim chuckle, they gritted their teeth. If he didn't run, the two punches just now would be enough for the revenge; if he runs, he won't get away with just a couple of punches this time, they thought.

Frankie didn't know he had that habit either. Before he could take off, Emmett and Chris grabbed his collar and dragged him back

What followed was a brutal, one-sided beating. Being the physically weakest among them Frankie couldn't even beat Chris He stood no chance, especially against the combined force of Chris and the exceptionally strong Emmett. Despite his struggles, he was reduced to a pitiful punching bag. Emmett and Chris kept it measured-only inflicting superficial bruises-but it was still more than enough to leave Frankie crying like a banshee.

The three were caught in a heated fight, with Frankie wailing like zy in the courtyard. Eventually, Emmett silenced him by pressing an acupoint.

Inside the living room, Jeremiah and Yvette sat on the couch, while was in his Demetrius was in his wheelchair. They sipped coffee and nibbled on snack seemingly unaware of the commotion outside, though they clearly were. Brady chuckled lightly, taking a sip of tea. He asked, "Shouldn't you intervene out there?" Yvette yawned and leaned lazily on the couch, her head tilted as she replied with a mix of seriousness and nonchalance, 'I kind of want to join the fight.

Jeremiah paused mid-sip, turning to her and lightly squeezing her palm. voice oice His deep and magnetic, With a with a teasing lilt. "You want to beat up all three of them?" Yvette's elegant brows arched, exuding a wild and defiant energy. She leaned back and smirked mischievously, saying, "Yeah, I do Jeremiah thought for a moment, then nodded. Leaning closer, he asked, "Wantto call them in for you?" Yvette rose from the couch, her eyes half-lidded, lips pursed. Slowly, she replied. "No need."