Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Yvette wore a baseball cap, her black mask covering most of her face. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Zoe. Her blue eyes were deep. “Dry your tears.”

Zoe carefully took it and hastily wiped her tears. Yvette turned her gaze to a woman in the crowd and said to Zoe, “Two choices: pretend it never happened or fight back. You decide.”

Zoe was stunned for a moment. She quickly understood what the words meant. She wanted to fight back, but with the Houston family’s influence behind her, they may cause trouble for this girl.

Yvette tilted her head slightly, noticing Zoe’s hesitation, and narrowed her eyes. Zoe whispered, “She’s from the Houston family. I’m afraid she’ll cause trouble for you. It’s not worth it for me.”

Yvette let out a soft chuckle. “Do you want to hit her?”

Zoe wiped her tears and nodded without hesitation. “Yes, in my dreams.”

Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Vivian realized that an unexpected protector had appeared for Zoe. Knowing it was unwise to cause trouble, she planned a discreet exit from the scene.

Just as she turned around, someone called out, “Stop!” Everyone turned to look at Vivian, and as if on cue, they all dispersed, leaving Vivian standing there alone.

With all eyes on her, she had no choice but to turn around and face Zoe and Yvette. “What do you want from me? She fell on her own. What’s that got to do with me?”

Vivian, not realizing how desperate she seemed to separate herself from the situation, appeared even more suspicious. Without saying a word, Yvette stepped forward, grabbed Vivian, and pulled her over to Zoe’s side.

Vivian, completely baffled, watched as she was thrown to the ground, her high heels snapping off in the process. She let out two ear–piercing screams.

She shouted, “What are you doing? Are you crazy? Let go of me. Who are you? If you have the guts, show your face.

“Ah, let me go. If you dare to touch me, the Houston family won’t let you get away with it.”.

Zoe looked at Vivian, who lay helpless on the ground, cursing and yelling, and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes. Before she turned eighteen, she had spent every day being bullied by Vivian. But seeing her like this now, she felt a sense of relief.

The reason she was bullied was because she wasn’t strong enough. If only she had been as strong as Yvette, Vivian would never have bullied her for so many years.

Before anyone could react, Zoe grabbed Vivian’s dress and slapped her hard, making her cheek swell instantly.

Vivian went crazy, lunging at Zoe. “You slut, bastard! How dare you hit me? Just wait, the Houston family won’t let you get away with this.”

Vivian glared fiercely at Yvette. “And you, how dare you help Zoe bully me? You’re finished. I’ll make sure you can’t stay in Seacrity anymore.”

As Vivian was shouting, Jackson came down from the top floor. He heard there was a commotion on the tenth floor and rushed over. These interviewees hadn’t even passed the initial screening, and they were already causing trouble.

“Move aside, make way, the Chambers Group’s department manager is coming,” someone said.

Upon hearing this, Vivian felt like she’d found a pillar of support Zoe was making trouble at the Chambers Group. Even if Vivian didn’t do anything, the Chambers Group would blacklist her. She wondered how Zoe managed in Seacrity then.

Jackson had a gloomy look. The crowd parted, and before he could see clearly, something unidentified rushed towards him.

Frightened, Jackson instinctively kicked Vivian in the ribs. Vivian got hit hard again.

Vivian asked, “Sir, why did you kick me?”

Jackson saw it was a girl who looked alright, and her face looked weird. She had been beaten. Someone dared to start a fight at Chambers Group. They were doomed.

Vivian completely disregarded her appearance, crying and sniffling. “Sir, look, these two dared to hit me at the Chambers Group. Is there no justice? You must help me. I want to call the police and get a medical check.”

Vivian was wrapped up in her accusations against Zoe and her friend, not noticing Jackson’s face growing more tense, and his body trembling steadily.

Jackson’s mind was buzzing. He never expected the troublemaker on the tenth floor to be Yvette. He wondered, ‘What’s going on?’

Jackson was so annoyed that he wished he could shut this woman’s mouth. He thought, ‘Call the police? Get checked for injuries?‘

After Vivian finished speaking, she realized it was completely silent around her. She looked up to see Jackson approaching a woman wearing a baseball cap and mask.

Amidst everyone’s incredulous stares, he bowed respectfully. “Ms. Zeller, you are here. People on the top floor are waiting for you.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped. One man at the interview even dropped his briefcase, swallowing hard.

“Did you hear that? The manager called the person in the baseball cap ‘Ms. Zeller‘?”

“We’re not deaf, those words were loud enough for everyone to hear.”

“So she’s the Chambers family’s heiress, Yvette? The Goddess of Clusia?”

“A few days ago, the news said she returned to Seacrity, and it’s true. Wow, this is incredible. I can’t believe I saw the Goddess here!”

“I have to take a picture. My daughter likes her.”

What was supposed to be a tense fight scene instantly turned into a fan meeting. Vivian was baffled. She had no idea what was happening.

Vivian thought, ‘She’s the Chambers family’s heiress? No way, how could the Chambers family’s heiress know someone as insignificant as Zoe and stand up for her?‘

Vivian couldn’t believe what was happening, she stayed off to the side, now completely unnoticed.

Zoe stiffly turned her head and looked at Yvette beside her, equally surprised. Ever since she watched the competition, she had become a fan of Yvette herself.

Little did she know that the person she admired was right next to her, and not just once, but twice, Yvette had come to her rescue

Jackson was nervous. Yvette’s expression was indifferent as she said calmly, “Pull up the surveillance footage for this floor, and charge her with intentional harm.”

Jackson immediately looked toward Vivian. Of all the people this unlucky fool could run into, it had to be Yvette.

Vivian was scared and wanted to plead for mercy, but Yvette didn’t glance at her again and went straight into the elevator.

To Zoe, who was still in shock, Yvette said coldly, “Bring your resume over.”

Under the envious gazes of all the job seekers, Zoe held her resume and followed Yvette into the elevator.

Jackson turned around, looked at the trembling Vivian, and said sternly, “Go and hire a lawyer, or you’ll be toasted.”

Vivian came to her senses and collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. She thought, ‘Hire a lawyer? Suing the Chambers Group? Which lawyer in Seacrity will dare take the case? Even if someone does, the surveillance evidence clearly shows me intent to harm Zoe.

In the elevator, Yvette took Zoe’s resume and flipped through it casually, reading quickly, ten lines at a glance. She finished in less than a minute and handed it back to Zoe.

She asked, “Are you applying for the design department?”

Zoe nodded, a bit reserved, and now that she knew Yvette’s identity, she felt not only grateful but also an admiration. Zoe explained, “Well, I majored in finance in college, but no one wants an investor with a disability, so I thought I’d try a different job.”