Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Jeremiah glanced to the side, a smile in his eyes. “This girl’s ability to snap back at people has really reached the peak.

Once again, the hall fell into an eerie silence.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Robin’s face changed dramatically. ‘In front of all these people, my dignity was just stomped into the ground by this woman!‘

Even Kyle’s expression grew tense. ‘Robin is part of the Ybaulla delegation. Isn’t Yvette’s comment a slap in the face to the whole delegation?‘

As Ybaulla’s Prime Minister, Kyle couldn’t get too involved in such a personal grudge. Besides, Yvette was a top–tier Interpol officer, and he didn’t want to provoke Mysonna’s side. Suppressing his anger, he whispered to Robin, who was about to speak again, “Shut up. Stop causing trouble for me. Today’s chess match is your stage, understand? The most important thing for you is to win today’s game, not to bicker with this woman. Only victors have the right to mock others!”

Robin was taken aback. He didn’t dare disobey Kyle, so he held back his rage and stepped aside, clenching his fists tightly, his teeth grinding together. He thought, ‘Fine, let Yvette act arrogant for two more days. She’ll be killed by Zola soon anyway!‘

Seeing Robin fall silent, the room grew even quieter. ‘Mr. Jase Chavez’s future granddaughter–in–law is really someone who doesn’t need to say much to make her point. One sentence, and Robin didn’t dare utter another word. No wonder Jeremiah chose her–they’re a perfect match.‘

The media quickly captured the entire scene, and within moments, edited clips of it were uploaded online. In less than a minute, the video had over 30 thousand views, with the numbers rising at a frightening speed.

The internet erupted once again.

[Whoa, my goddess is amazing! Robin must be spitting blood by now!]

[Forget spitting blood; he’s probably suffering internal injuries. Our goddess can kill with just one line.]

[Exactly, with just one ‘You’re not worthy,‘ the damage is off the charts. But now I wonder, who exactly isn’t worthy–Robin or…?]

[Is that even a question? It’s obviously a double entendre. We know what it means, don’t we?]

[Haha, exactly, ‘He’s not worthy!… none of them are.]

[Enough said, I’m here to carry the flag for our goddess. Get me to the trending topics now!]

[Uh, can I timidly ask, aren’t you all curious why our goddess is even here?]

But that comment quickly got drowned out in the flood, and not many people paid attention.

Suddenly, a newly registered account left a comment that caught everyone’s eye. “Don’t be fooled by Yvette. She’s not a good person. She’s just pretending to be high and mighty. What’s so great about her?”

The moment people saw this comment, they focused all their anger on it. How could anyone slander their goddess, who had worked so hard for Clusia?

[Who is this? Fresh out of a mental hospital? You better go back before you disgust us any further!]

[Agreed! What right do you have to talk about our goddess?]

[Talking about our goddess? Who do you think you are? ‘Pretending to be high and mighty–sounds more like you!]

At the Carter household in Seacrity, Winona stared at her phone her eyes bloodshot as she saw everyone’s harsh comments. She screamed in rage, [Bitches, they’re all btches! Only btches would like that bitch Yvette!]

Downstairs, the servants ignored Winona’s screaming and went about their tasks as usual.

At the Eastern Hotel, Kaiden stood by Kyle’s side. It must’d been his imagination, but he didn’t even dare lift his head to look at Yvette, avoiding her even in his peripheral vision.

At 1 p.m., all key personnel had taken their seats. Jase and Kyle sat in the center, with Clifford and other relevant figures in the front row. Jeremiah and Yvette sat together, also in the front Andrew, Tim, and Samantha, who had just returned from the banquet, sat together, while Charles took a seat in the back row.

For this exchange competition between the two countries, both Clusia and Ybaulla each had a host. After a brief opening ceremony, they announced the names of the participants, who then took the stage. Cameras captured every angle, and the entire event was broadcast live in high definition.

Clusia was the first to draw a name from the box, announcing Robin’s participation. There was no surprise there, as everyone already knew. Now, the crowd was eagerly awaiting Clusia’s participant, whose identity had yet to be revealed–the biggest mystery of the day.

The Ybaulla host drew a slip of paper from Clusia’s box and slowly opened it. The male host froze for a moment when he saw the name, his expression shifting slightly. He quickly glanced at the audience, his eyes filled with doubt. These small gestures left the audience puzzled. The host read the name on the paper. “Yvette.”

As soon as the two syllables were spoken, the once–silent hall instantly buzzed with chatter as everyone began whispering to each other.

“Did I hear that right? Yvette? Is it that Yvette?”

“You heard me right, it’s Yvette. Where else would another Yvette come from?”

“This… why does this feel so surreal? She can play chess? Dares to compete against the world champion?”

“She must be a master. If she couldn’t do anything, who would go up and bring shame on themselves?”

“Wow, Jeremiah’s girlfriend is truly talented in both literature and martial arts. Jeremiah is better than fencing, and grand- aunt is better than chess. These two are teaming up with strong forces.”

“I feel like it’s going to be exciting. I don’t know if grand–aunt can actually win.”

“Winning is unlikely. Robin is the world champion. If Yvette really had that level, she would have participated in competitions by now. How could she stay hidden?”

“I think so too. The reality is harsh. I guess there’s not much hope for us, Clusia, in chess!”

Robin heard the name and widened his eyes, then glanced at Yvette, who was not far away, with excitement almost overflowing in his eyes. “This is too easy! This woman is actually Clusia’s competitor. God is helping me regain my place. I can properly humiliate this woman! I must crush her pride beneath my feet!‘ Robin was immersed in his own fantasies, completely oblivious to the slight sneer on Yvette’s lips.

Samantha stiffly turned her head to look at Andrew and mechanically asked, “Is Yve going to compete?”

Andrew nodded calmly, feigning depth as he stroked his chin. “No need for surprise. With Yvette in the mix, you can be confident.”

Tim also looked towards the speaking siblings, his expression serious. “Yvette is competing? She can play chess?” Andrew nodded with great assurance. “Dad, besides not being able to have a child on her own, there’s probably nothing Yvette can’t do, no task she can’t accomplish. As for you, just keep your worries inside!”

On the stage, after both hosts had stepped down, Robin stood up first, swaggeringly walking up to the stage and sitting down. He was wearing a standard ball gown.

Yvette stood up, flicked her eyelids, her face indifferent, her tone deep and strong. Her brows and features exuded a hint of evil, her expression calm and composed. ‘Chess… it’s been a while since I played. To the curious gazes around her, Yvette acted as if she hadn’