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

Secrets Of MrS 607 Chapter 607 73% Cyrus leaned back, his tone casual but with a hint of feigned indifference. "You used to keep to yourself. Now you've got a subordinate? I have to say, I'm surprised. Did you pick them up Clusia?" Yvette shifted her gaze slowly from Alice to Cyrus. Her sharp, intense gaze showed an undeniable arrogance, and the room seemed to grow heavier as tension thickened the air. Even Emmett straightened slightly, his guard visibly raised. Although Cyrus asked casually, the probing undertone of his remark was impossible to ignore. The intense look in Yvette's eyes caused him to lower his gaze and take a sip of his coffee.

Yvette chuckled softly, then replied, "My boyfriend's a military officer from Clusia." Cyrus' hand froze, the cup suspended. Though his face remained composed, the flicker of surprise was unmistakable.

A moment later, he lowered the cup, forcing a casual tone. "A military officer from Clusia? I didn't think you'd ever date. The man you chose must be quite something. What's his rank?" The question added to the tension. Emmett's expression darkened instantly, his gaze sharpening at the veiled curiosity in Cyrus' words.

Yvette smirked, her cold gaze daring him to say more. Her voice was icy. "Do we know each other that well?" Her words hit like a slap, the unspoken message clear-to stay out of her business. Cyrus' smile faltered as her sharp rebuke sank in. He masked his irritation, but the cracks in his composure becgradually visible from repeatedly being put in his place by her.

Sensing the shift, Emmett stepped forward, his face grim. He knew things were not going to end well, and leaving the presidential palace today might not be as simple as they had hoped.

Unfazed by the rising tension, Yvette reached over and placed a hand gently on Alice's shoulder. "Alice, why don't you go play in the garden for a bit?" she said softly.

Alice never listened to anyone except Yvette and Demetrius, and of the two, Yvette was always her top priority. She nodded and said, "Okay, Yvette. I'll wait for you in the garden." She gave Yvette a quick, affectionate lean before darting off, like a bird finally free from its cage.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Cyrus' gaze locked onto Yvette, but she did not flinch, meeting his stare with a quiet, cutting intensity.

Finally, Cyrus said, "Yvette, I was just trying to show concern. No need to take it the wrong way. If you don't want to talk, I'll drop it. But Demetrius has been worried about you. Does he know you're dating?" Trying to defuse the tension, Cyrus steered the conversation toward Demetrius.

The mention of Demetrius made Emmett freeze as realization dawned on him. He thought, 'Demetrius... the man from two days ago? Is he connected to the presidential palace? And Cyrus. they share the slast name. Could they be family?' Yvette's gaze stayed fixed, her face betraying no emotion. Her voice was cold. "That's none of your concern Cyrus stiffened at the sharp dismissal, his jaw clenched in silent frustration. Her refusal to back down struck a blow to his pride.

Emmett, thoroughly impressed, thought, 'She really dares to treat the president of Mysonna like this? Who else is left? Is there anyone Yvette actually fears? Yvette stood up, slipping her hands into her pockets as she raised an eyebrow at Cyrus. Her voice was calm but cutting.

1/3 12:23 Chapter 607 "Mind your own business. It's better for your health. Stick your nose where it doesn't belong, and you might not walk away from this." Without waiting for a response, Yvette turned and strode out, leaving Cyrus on the couch, unaffected by his anger. Emmett glanced at Cyrus' darkening expression before hurrying after Yvette.

The living room felt suffocating as Cyrus sat alone, the palpable tension hanging thick in the air.

As Dylan saw Yvette walking out, he straightened up and gave a polite bow. "Ms. Zeller, are you leaving the presidential palace? I can escort you to the gate." Yvette paused, narrowing her eyes as she looked at him. Her tone was indifferent. "Which garden is Alice in?" The presidential palace boasted four expansive gardens, a reflection of Demetrius' love for plants. When the palace was built, he had them divided into four distinct sections.

"Ms. Becker is in the East Garden," Dylan replied, his posture respectful. "Would you liketo take you there?" "No need," Yvette said.

"Understood," Dylan responded, bowing slightly once more. "If you need anything, just letknow." He stepped aside, watching as Yvette and Emmett made their way toward the East Garden.

Once they were out of sight, Dylan returned to the living room where Cyrus, his expression dark and furious, sat with a glass of red wine.

"Mr. Becker," Dylan began carefully, "Ms. Zeller and her companion have gone to the East Garden to meet Ms. Becker." As soon as Yvette left, Cyrus' composure shattered. His gaze darkened, and a cold sneer curled his lips. "She treats my presidential palace like her own personal playground-coming and going as she pleases, without the slightest bit of respect." Dylan, ever cautious, lowered his head in a bow. "Mr. Becker, should we take this opportunity to detain Ms. Zeller? The elite special forces unit is already in position." Dylan knew the risks of serving those in power. After years at Cyrus' side, his instincts were finely attuned to his moods.

The moment he saw Cyrus' expression, he knew that Yvette had gotten under his skin again. He chose his words carefully, matching the storm inside Cyrus.

Cyrus lowered his gaze, thinking deeply. Five tense minutes passed before he finished his wine in one long gulp. His voice, cold and measured, broke the silence. "We can't. Yvette's a walking weapon.

"If we take her down today, fine. But if she escapes, I'll never sleep soundly again. And trust me, if I make a move against her, Demetrius will see to it that I don't wake up." Dylan knew Yvette could not be stopped. Yesterday, he had sensed that sending the elite unit was unnecessary.

She was too dangerous and unpredictable with combat skills, intellect, and physical strength that made her nearly untouchable. As an enemy, she had be an unstoppable force, impossible to counter.

Cyrus' expression grew darker. "Find out who her boyfriend is. A Clusian military officer?& doubt it's that simple. Whoever her boyfriend is, he won't be ordinary." To Cyrus, Yvette was not just a threat but was a valuable asset to the country and those who knew how to leverage her. The benefits she brought were enormous.

If he could not control her, he would not let anyone else claim her either.

Dylan noticed the concern in Cyrus' eyes and had a sense of what was on his mind. He said, "Mr. Becker, as long as Ms.

72% Chapter 607 Becker and Demetrius remain close to you, Ms. Zeller won't see you as an enemy

The mention of Alice and Demetrius seemed to ease sof Cyrus' tension. He leaned back, temples as his frustration subsided. "Getthe surveillance footage frus back, rubbing his from the East Garden." Dylan nodded, then recalled something he had forgotten to report. He quickly added, "Mr. Becker, there's one more thing." "Ms. Leilani Markos, daughter of Mr. Markos and a suitor of Mr. Demetrius Becker, arrived earlier today. She's likely in the East Garden with Ms. Becker right now." 3 C