Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Jase, Clifford and Jeremiah were talking in the living room of the Chavez residence.

Jase took a sip of coffee and looked at Clifford, who was impeccably dressed and had just hosted the visiting Ybaulla delegation as the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Jase asked. “How did it go?”

Clifford rubbed his forehead and assured Jase, “It’s alright. I’ve dealt with Kyle before, and I can handle the situation.”

At the mention of “Kyle,” Jase’s expression darkened, and he reminded Clifford, “Be cautious. The instruction from above is that our interests in the trade agreement are not to be compromised.”

Clifford nodded and said, “I understand, Dad. Don’t worry.”

Jase emphasized. “Ensuring Kyle’s safety is the top priority, particularly if anything should go wrong with the agreement. Kyle’s visit amid political uncertainty in Ybaulla makes the higher authority suspicious of his motives. Ybaulla will take action if anything happens to Kyle in Clusia. It’s absolute security or nothing.”

Jeremiah crossed his legs and lifted his gaze, exuding an effortless elegance with his neat hair, keen eyes, straight nose and chiseled jawline.

Jeremiah nodded and thought, ‘Hmm, Kyle would be digging his own grave if he were to use us against his enemies.

The meeting concluded and Jeremiah was about to leave, when Aurora entered the living room, surprised to see all three of them. She wondered, ‘What kind of chance has brought them here?

They are usually too busy to have a family gathering.

It must be major political affairs; otherwise, they would have handled it through phone conversations.’

Aurora asked, “Jase, have you had dinner yet?”

jase nodded and said, “Yes, and you’ve gone shopping with Yvette?”

It took Aurora aback a bit to find that Jase Chavez, who was typically preoccupied with state affairs, showed interest in such a trivial matter.

Jeremiah saw Aurora delighted and asked, “Have you been enjoying yourselves?”

Aurora took on a mysterious air and sat on the couch to face them, her chin slightly raised. She found it thrilling to keep a secret from them and boasted with a smirk, “There’s a prize for guessing what I’ve got.”

As Aurora’s husband, Clifford tried first and asked, “Um, you just won the lottery?”

Aurora snorted and said, “Boring. What’s so exciting about that? Try harder.”

“Amazing outfits?” Jeremiah asked, glancing at his watch, as if talking to himself.

Aurora pursed her lips, turning to Jase.

Tapping his cane, Jase asked, “Yvette has given you a gift?”

Aurora’s eyes sparkled. She had to admit that shrewdness grew with age, as Jase nailed it halfway with just one guess. Aurora declared, “Jase, you’re the epitome of wisdom.”

Then, Aurora clapped her hands. The servants opened the door behind her and en the room, each carrying a large bag.

They lined up and unzipped the bags, and there it was, a bewildering array of couture gowns.

Clifford instantly knew that those were luxuries. He exclaimed, “What? Have you bought a store?”

Jeremiah looked at the gowns, impressed by the scene.

Jase, however, sipped his coffee calmly. He knew that Yvette had owned a large fashion brand, which now seemed no longer a secret.

Aurora bragged, “See, Yvette’s gifts for me. Aren’t they beautiful

Clifford frowned, thinking, ‘Even though Yvette is a famous painter, she could not afford to spend it all like that. This won’t do.‘

Meanwhile, Jeremiah just fiddled with his phone indifferently.

Jase pecked at Jeremiah, who was strangely calm about Yvette spending such a fortune.

“These gifts must have costed Yvette,” Jase remarked with pretended astonishment.

Jeremiah slipped the phone into his pocket and said with a faint smile, “Yvette’s got the money and I’ve got the honey.”

Jase was choked with the irony that the lionhearted men of the Chavez family were all sweetheart husbands at home.

Still, Clifford voiced his concerns, saying, “Honey, Yvette needs the money, and we both know it doesn’t grow on trees. Let’s write her a check.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Aurora could not help laughing at Clifford’s worried look. He had been so unaware of Yvette’s wealth that his acts of kindness came across as condescending.

Aurora’s reaction confounded Clifford. He asked, “Are you all right? You’ve been acting weird today.”

“Do you remember Vibe, my favorite clothing brand?” Aurora asked, giving Clifford a hint.

Clifford nodded and said, “Of course. You always say you love their designs, and that each client can order only one gown. But why are you bringing this up now?”

Aurora said, “Then you can guess the brand of the gowns.”

Clifford said casually, “It’s Vibe?”

Clifford was correct, which spoiled Aurora’s fun. “Yes,” she admitted.

Clifford had not expected that what he had said randomly turned out to be true. He adjusted his glasses and asked, “Each client can order one couture gown only, but now there are some twenty items. So they’ve given up on that policy?”

So far, Jeremiah had observed the gowns. He smiled, such an understanding smile. Jeremiah thought, ‘It must be Yvette, my angel, dazzling us again with one of her secret identities.

Aurora cleared her throat and explained, “No, their policy remains unchanged. It’s just that Vibe was founded by Yvette as hobby in her teens.”

Clifford was utterly dumbfounded while Aurora smirked. Clifford turned to Jeremiah and Jase, who were seated on the sofa,. and realized that everyone, except for him, had been aware of the entire situation. Clifford asked in frustration, “Dad, do you and Jeremiah already know about this?”

“Not long ago,” Jase said, nodding yes, while Jeremiah added, “Just now.”

Still finding it hard to believe, Clifford asked, “You’re telling me Yvette owns your favorite fashion brand? Are you serious?”

Aurora pinched Clifford’s arm and said, “Wake up. Of course I mean it. Who else would be so generous?”

“Ow!” Clifford yelped and said, “You win. I’m just curious. He had never imagined Yvette achieving such success, founding and growing major businesses as a teenager.

Jase stood up, looked around, and concluded, “Life is full of surprises, which isn’t surprising.”