Masked In Nobility Secrets Of Mrs.Chavez201-300

Novel Catalog

Chapter_217

Disguised in plain clothes, Winona made her way cautiously to a small, run-down restaurant near the address Jason had given her the previous day. As she entered, she couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the poor hygiene of the place, but she pushed the discomfort aside and quietly ordered a few dishes. Her aim was to keep a low profile, drawing as little attention as possible.

The restaurant owner, noticing her attire—which clearly marked her as someone of wealth—didn’t ask any questions. In fact, she was more interested in keeping the customer happy than probing into why a woman like Winona would be in such a humble establishment.

Before arriving, Winona had already made her move. Using a payphone, she had called the police, providing them with Jason’s location and a tip about his hideout. She knew the police would arrive in about twenty minutes, and by then, Jason would be trapped.

As Winona waited, she watched out the window. The seconds seemed to tick by slowly until, suddenly, the wail of sirens broke the quiet air, growing louder as they rushed past the street. She glanced at her watch—ten minutes had passed. She hadn’t expected the police to respond so quickly. She had assumed they’d take their time, but something told her they were moving faster than she anticipated.

Her mind spun, but there was no room for hesitation. This was all part of the plan. She paid the bill, left the restaurant, and ducked into a nearby alley. Once hidden from view, she retrieved her phone and called Jason—using an overseas, untraceable SIM card to avoid leaving a trace.

Jason, hiding in a half-constructed building, was trembling with fear. The night had been long and filled with dread. Every creak and sound had sent him into a panic, but when his phone finally rang, he grabbed it instantly, desperate for reassurance.

“Hello, Ms. Chambers?” he asked, his voice filled with a nervous excitement. “Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you.”

Winona, though she was inwardly disgusted by him, kept her voice sweet and soft. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson. I might be a bit late. The baby has been restless, and my mother-in-law insisted on sending over the family doctor. It’s taking longer than I expected. I’m already out, but I’ll need about an hour to get to you.”

Jason’s heart sank. He didn’t want to admit it, but the fear of being caught was palpable. Despite his panic, he reassured her, “It’s okay, Ms. Chambers. Don’t worry. An hour is nothing. I’ll be waiting.”

But as he spoke, the distant sound of sirens reached his ears. Panic hit him like a wave. His face drained of color, and his hands began to shake uncontrollably.

Winona, still on the phone, could hear the sirens in the background. A sly smile crept across her face, though she masked it with concern. “What’s wrong, Mr. Wilson? Are you alright? Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon. Just make sure you hide well, okay?”

Jason’s voice was filled with dread. “The police are already here, Ms. Chambers. There’s no chance for me now. Please don’t come. I won’t drag you into this. If you ever see your mother again, tell her I love her… I’ll protect you. I’ll take the blame.”

Winona, pretending to be taken aback, let out a dramatic gasp. She feigned sorrow, her voice cracking as she whispered, “It’s my fault. If only I had come sooner, you wouldn’t have been caught. I’m so sorry, Mr. Wilson… I… I’ll turn myself in.”

Jason, deeply moved by her words, tried to comfort her one last time. “None of this is your fault, Ms. Chambers. It’s all on me. I have to go now and destroy the phone. No one will ever know about our conversation.”

This was the moment Winona had been waiting for. She needed him to destroy the phone, to ensure there would be no traces left. Jason’s compliance was all but guaranteed.

Without hesitation, he hung up the phone, then slammed it onto the concrete floor, smashing it into pieces. His hands were shaking as he pulled out the SIM card and tossed it into a nearby puddle where no one would notice.

With that, he collapsed against the cold, unfinished walls of the building, waiting for the inevitable.

Winona, on the other hand, felt a rush of relief flood over her. She had done it. Jason was out of the picture, and there would be no consequences for her. As she walked out of the alley and into the quiet street, she couldn’t help but think, This is just the beginning.

At Jeremiah’s villa, things were calm, but underneath the surface, there was a growing tension. Yvette had just finished showering, feeling refreshed and yet restless. She walked into the walk-in closet to find an entire collection of black-and-white casual outfits, all custom-made. They were simple, neat, and exactly her style. A soft smile tugged at her lips. She hadn’t expected Jeremiah to be so thoughtful, but there it was—a quiet gesture of affection.

Jeremiah, having just woken up, knocked softly on the door. “Are you up? Breakfast is ready,” he said in a groggy, yet warm voice.

Yvette, now dressed, opened the door. She looked sharp in a black sports outfit that highlighted her elegance. “I’m ready,” she said curtly, though there was a softness in her voice for him.

Jeremiah took her hand and led her downstairs, where a simple breakfast awaited. On the dining table, there were sandwiches, with an extra egg on Yvette’s sandwich and a glass of milk to go with it. Jeremiah’s sandwich was similar, but instead of milk, he had black coffee.

Yvette took a sip of her milk, a small dollop of it trailing on the corner of her mouth. Jeremiah’s eyes darkened as he watched her, but he quickly looked away, pretending not to notice. His quiet gaze lingered longer than usual, but he didn’t speak.

When Andrew entered, it shifted the atmosphere. He seemed to regret walking in so soon, his eyes lingering on Yvette and Jeremiah’s quiet exchange. Bonnie, standing behind Andrew, pushed him aside with a hint of annoyance. “Why aren’t you moving? You’re blocking the way.”

Yvette, always aware of the undercurrents of tension, couldn’t help but glance at Andrew, who had a tough-guy vibe about him. He was trying to be playful, but it was clear that there was something more behind his actions—something that made the situation feel awkward.

Jeremiah, meanwhile, had been sipping his coffee with a cool detachment, but even he couldn’t ignore the subtle tension between Andrew and Bonnie. His eyes narrowed slightly as Andrew teased Bonnie about her affection for Yvette. “Why don’t you ask Jeremiah if he minds it?” Andrew said with a smirk, clearly trying to push buttons.

Bonnie, who had been all smiles just moments ago, suddenly stiffened under Jeremiah’s gaze. She shrank back, feeling the cold aura that surrounded him when he wasn’t pleased.

Yvette, not wanting to escalate the situation further, smiled at Bonnie. “It’s alright, Bonnie. We can catch up later. Don’t worry.”

But the atmosphere didn’t ease. Even as Yvette tried to diffuse the tension, it lingered in the air like smoke. Jeremiah’s gaze was still sharp as he took another sip of his coffee, but he didn’t say a word. It was clear: the lines were drawn, and everyone was walking a fine line around him.

Bonnie, feeling the chill, quickly moved her chair away from Yvette, trying to distance herself from the growing discomfort. Jeremiah’s presence was magnetic, and the subtle power he exuded was undeniable. Bonnie knew better than to push her luck.

In the midst of it all, Yvette couldn’t help but feel the undercurrent of possessiveness that ran through the villa. She wasn’t sure how to read it—whether it was her relationships with Jeremiah, Andrew, or Bonnie—but things were starting to feel more complicated than she ever expected.

Next Chapter