Masked In Nobility Secrets Of Mrs.Chavez1-100

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Inside the VIP room, Yvette, Jeremiah, Andrew, and Bonnie continued their conversation, oblivious to the storm brewing outside. While the others were engaged in casual chatter, Yvette’s mind wandered, her thoughts swirling like the remnants of a storm. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, the weight of everything that had happened—the confrontation with Daniel, the intense moments with Jeremiah—still lingered in the background.

Jeremiah, ever observant, noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor. He leaned in slightly, his voice quiet enough not to be overheard. “Are you alright? You seem… distant.”

Yvette gave him a fleeting smile, her hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m fine,” she replied, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. She took another sip of water, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the glass.

Andrew, always eager to stir the pot, broke the momentary silence with his usual, somewhat reckless humor. “Yvette, I heard from Bonnie that you’re getting mixed up with some pretty heavy players. Is the mafia world really that exciting?” His face was a blend of curiosity and mock-seriousness, clearly not expecting any real answer. “You think I’ve got what it takes to join?”

Yvette arched an eyebrow, her gaze landing on Andrew with an amused yet calculating look. She didn’t immediately respond, instead taking another sip of water as she carefully considered her words. “Joining the mafia means cutting ties with everything normal,” she said softly, letting the weight of her words sink in. “Be prepared for that kind of life.”

Andrew, for all his bravado, quickly recoiled, pulling his jacket tighter around himself as though trying to ward off some unseen chill. “Forget it,” he muttered, laughing nervously. “My hands are too important to lose.”

Jeremiah, who had been observing the exchange with an almost imperceptible smile, leaned back in his chair. “Don’t scare him, Yvette,” he teased, his tone light but knowing. “He had that idea when he was eight. His father tied him to a tree and gave him a lecture until he gave it up.”

Andrew’s face turned a shade of red that matched the heat he was now feeling, but he quickly dismissed it, trying to salvage some dignity. “That’s not the point. I was just joking,” he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Bonnie, who had been quiet for the most part, seemed to get bolder with the tension lightening. “What happened next, Top Dog?” she asked, using the nickname for Jeremiah that always made him pause.

Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed just slightly, glancing between Andrew and Bonnie. For a moment, he seemed to deliberate before replying with a smirk. “His father gave him a solid dose of reality,” he said dryly. “You don’t join that world for fun. It’s a commitment, a dangerous one.”

As the conversation continued, the outside world seemed to intrude as the front door of Sky Nimbus opened with a gust of cool air. A flurry of activity followed, signaling the arrival of someone important. Yvette noticed the shift in the energy around the restaurant and couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of anticipation.

Moments later, a well-dressed man in his forties, wearing a black suit, made his way through the crowd of bodyguards and toward the VIP rooms. The figure, unmistakable in his aura of authority, was none other than Hector Kirk, the general manager of Sky Nimbus. His reputation preceded him, and the whispers around the room were hard to ignore.

“Mr. Kirk,” one of the waiters called out, recognizing him immediately. “The lady you’re looking for is in the VIP room.”

Yvette’s eyes narrowed just a fraction, sensing something shifting in the air. She hadn’t expected to be sought out by someone like Hector. She had her own theories about why he was here, but for the moment, she stayed silent, letting the others speak on her behalf.

Back in the kitchen, Jimmy Lowe, the manager, had already prepared himself for the arrival of such a significant figure, but the mention of Yvette’s name startled him. He hadn’t taken her seriously before, but now, seeing how everything was coming together, he realized how out of his depth he truly was.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirk,” Jimmy began, trying to manage the situation with the finesse his position required. “She’s not a member of our club, and we don’t have her information in our system.” He kept his eyes on Hector, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he quickly realized his mistake.

Hector, not one for pleasantries, wasted no time in getting straight to the point. “I need to speak with her. Now.”

Without waiting for further clarification, Hector gave a sharp glance toward the waiter, who immediately led the way to the VIP room. The tension in the air thickened, and Jimmy, who had been caught off guard, followed behind, still processing the fact that Yvette had somehow caught the attention of someone so influential.

In the VIP room, Yvette’s senses were on high alert. She didn’t know what to expect from this meeting, but she was certain that it would be another pivotal moment in a series of events that had been spiraling out of control ever since her name had been mentioned in connection with Ethan.

Jeremiah noticed the shift in her mood instantly. His posture stiffened as he cast a brief glance toward the door, knowing full well what it meant when people like Hector came knocking.

“I’ve got a feeling things are about to get interesting,” Yvette said, her voice calm yet carrying an edge that could not be ignored.

Jeremiah’s gaze lingered on her, and he couldn’t help but admire her ability to keep her composure. “If you’re not ready for it, we can leave.”

But Yvette shook her head slightly. “No, I’m not running. Let’s see what happens next.”

With that, the door to the VIP room opened, and Hector entered, his gaze immediately locking onto Yvette as though he had been searching for her his entire life.

“Miss Yvette,” he greeted her smoothly, his tone polite but with an underlying layer of calculation. “I’ve heard much about you. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

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