Masked In Nobility Secrets Of Mrs.Chavez101-200

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Yvette sat at the breakfast table, looking as relaxed as ever despite the chaos that had unfolded the night before. Her legs crossed comfortably, she sipped her water with a casual air, clearly not disturbed by the violent events that had transpired. Her calm demeanor was in stark contrast to the tension she had just left behind. As she chewed on a pierogi, a dish Jeremiah had made for the group before leaving, she barely glanced up when Frankie’s voice broke through the silence.

“No way, are you serious?” Frankie’s voice was filled with disbelief, his wide-eyed expression indicating something big had just happened. The others at the table—Emmett, Bruce, and Chris—looked up at him with the same expression of disinterest they always gave Frankie when he was about to tell one of his wild stories.

Frankie’s eyes sparkled with excitement, but no one seemed eager to bite. He had pulled their legs before with outrageous tales, like the one where he convinced them they’d lost a million dollars over a fabricated scandal involving a minor celebrity. So, this time, they weren’t ready to take the bait.

“I’m telling you,” Frankie continued, leaning closer to the table, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’ll never guess what I just heard. It’s about Braydon Goodman and—”

“Enough with your drama, Frankie,” Emmett interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Last time, you had us investing in some shady deal with a guy who swore he could sell us magic beans. What now? You’re going to tell us Braydon Goodman’s hosting a tea party with the president of Mysonna?”

Frankie scoffed at the interruption but pushed on, his excitement almost palpable. “I heard, from a very reliable source, that last night—at Raindrop Bar—something crazy happened. A woman, who’s apparently… important to Braydon, walked in, and everything just—boom—exploded.”

Yvette continued eating her pierogies, unfazed by Frankie’s antics, as she listened out of the corner of her eye, wondering where this was going. The others were clearly losing patience, but Frankie wasn’t deterred.

“Apparently, Braydon was there, all stern and cold like usual, but then—get this—this woman… She walked in, totally calm. And then? She, like, threatened Braydon. Told him to be smart, or she’d kill him!” Frankie’s voice took on an almost reverent tone as he described the scene. “No one’s ever seen Braydon so—so… vulnerable before. And then, after some back-and-forth, she just walked out—no fear, no hesitation! Braydon was left, all messed up, and—”

“You’re full of it,” Bruce interrupted, leaning back in his chair, unamused. “What is this, a movie plot?”

But Frankie was on a roll. “I’m telling you, this is real. And I heard from another guy that the entire bar… it was a massacre. People were shot—like that—all because of this woman. I think she’s got Braydon wrapped around her finger. You all know how he is. That’s no small feat.”

Yvette, still calm, put down her glass and looked up at Frankie. There was a flicker of interest in her eyes, but she kept her expression neutral. “And what exactly is your point, Frankie?”

He grinned. “Just wanted to let you know, the word is spreading fast. People are talking about last night. Braydon’s men are keeping it hush-hush, but some of the patrons at Raindrop Bar are already spilling details. It’s going to hit the streets soon. You sure you want to keep staying so low-profile, Yvette?”

Yvette’s smile never wavered as she took another bite. “Frankie, if you think this is news to me, you’re even more behind the times than I thought. Keep feeding your gossip to whoever’s willing to listen.” She glanced at the others, who were still absorbed in their breakfast. “There’s bigger things going on.”

Bruce, unimpressed, leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “So what, you’re just going to let Braydon chase you around Mysonna, pulling stunts like this?”

Yvette raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask for Braydon to chase me. That’s his choice, not mine.” She said it so matter-of-factly that there was no trace of hesitation in her voice.

Chris, still chewing his food, said, “So you’re just going to let him keep playing these games? He won’t stop until he gets what he wants. You know that, right?”

Yvette looked at him, her gaze cold and calculating. “And he’ll keep playing until he realizes I’m not someone he can control. Trust me, he’s playing a dangerous game.”

The table fell into a brief silence. Emmett looked between Yvette and Frankie, sensing that the conversation was going down a path he didn’t want to follow.

Frankie, however, wasn’t about to give up. “You know,” he said, leaning in with a grin, “I just heard a rumor. They’re saying the reason Braydon was so—off last night is because of this woman. They think she’s his weakness. They say he’s never been like this before… with anyone.”

Yvette’s eyes narrowed, but she remained quiet. There was something about the way Frankie spoke that made her wonder how much of it was true—and whether it would eventually come back to haunt her.

“Whoever she is,” Frankie said, finishing his coffee, “she’s got power over Braydon, and that means she’s got power over everyone.”

Yvette’s fingers tapped the side of her glass thoughtfully. “Maybe,” she said, her voice low. “But power can be a dangerous thing, especially when you don’t know how to wield it.”

The others exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the undercurrent of tension that lay beneath her words. The morning, for all its casualness, was anything but ordinary.

In the distance, the sound of a car door slamming shut reached their ears, followed by the familiar hum of an engine. Yvette’s expression didn’t change, but the others noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor. Someone was coming. But who?

No one knew it yet, but the storm that had been quietly gathering around Yvette and Braydon was about to break—and it would be nothing like what anyone expected.

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