Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Ryan snapped out of his thoughts. His checks flushed slightly. He deemed it impolite to keep staring at a lady.

Wette took out her earbuds. !

Ryan, looking at Yvette, asked, T’m sorry. I was thinking about what you just said. How do you know Harry gave himself that name?” He wasn’t the kind to meddle or get to the bottom of things, but on that particular day, his curiosity got the better of him.

One of them asked, “What do you mean? Could it be that Yvette was right, and he did choose that name himself?”

Another added. “No way, it feels too…”

“I guess it’s possible…” someone murmured.

Ryan said, “Harry, the owner of Sky Nimbus, is an expatriate. His entire family moved abroad years ago. He picked the Clusian name to make things easier in the country. His real name is possibly Lisandro,”

Yvette frowned slightly. She glanced at Ryan, seeing only curiosity in his eyes, no hostility. Her voice was husky and cold. “Just a wild guess.”

Bonnie said. “Wow, Yve, even your wild guess was precise. Maybe we should set up a booth under the academy bridge and make some big bucks…”

The crowd burst into laughter.

vvelle gave Yvette gave a soft laugh, both doting and charming.

Another person said, “Come on, Bonnie. We’re the future of our motherland. Remember harmony, prosperity, and democracy.”

Bonnie put her hands on her hips, pretending to be fierce, which made everyone happy and finally brought the room to life.

Just then, the waiter arrived with the dishes, leading them to conclude the topic.

Waiters at Sky Nimbus underwent rigorous training and exams before beginning employment. The basic requirement wasn’t only hospitality; they had to know everything about every dish, from the ingredients to the cooking procedure, and even where the name came from.

The waiters knew it like the back of their hands. “Everyone, here we have chicken vesuvio, roasted squab, buffalo wings, meatball soup, shrimp remoulade, cedar-plank salmon, mushroom soup, and cioppino…”

The lead waiter clapped his hands. A line of waiters then set a small bowl in front of each person. “This is our signature top- tier sunchoke soup, flown in from Jugrea this morning. Enjoy.”

The waiter took a respectable stance in front of Ryan. He bowed politely and gently, saying, “Mr.Lewis, if you need anything, call me. I’ll be just outside.”

Ryan nodded.

The lead waiter led the staff, and within a minute, they had silently exited the room in an orderly manner.

After they left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, musing, ‘No wonder this place is so upscale. Even the staff are professional and attentive…

Ryan invited everyone to start eating. Everyone exchanged glances, feeling hesitant to begin eating, as well as Bonnie, except for one person. Yvette crossed her legs, headphones around her neck, and picked up her fork, tasting the food before her.

She said, “Not bad!

Seeing this. Bonnie swiftly grabbed her fork and started eating too. When they saw Yvette start eating, everyone relaxed and began to eat one after the other.

Finally, the meal they had been waiting for all day started. Everyone drank wine throughout the meal. The atmosphere gradually improved. They drank, played games, and sang cheerffilly, enjoying themselves.

After a few bites, Yvette found a couch away from the crowd, lay down, covered herself in a jacket, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. The TV next to her was still tuned to the financial news channel.

Regardless of how wild the physics students were, everyone appeared to have a mutual agreement to stay at least seven feet away from Yvette’s area, knowing her grumpiness when she awoke was no joke.

Ryan turned down the guys’ invitation and sat alone on the side. They knew he didn’t enjoy lively interactions, so they didn’t push him.

However, Ryan was preoccupied with the new chip research article that Simon had shown him. Simon said nothing; all he knew was that it was written by someone named Siren.

After reading the article, Ryan knew that anyone who could write such arguments must be a physics genius. His mind kept rearranging the data he saw that day, scrambling and reorganizing it in an infinite loop.

“Oh, look who we have here. Isn’t this Mr. Lewis?” A sarcastic voice came out loudly and clearly

As everyone turned toward the voice, they noticed a young man in his early 20s approaching, accompanied by a few young men and women. They were dressed in trendy attire, with a novel style that demonstrated their street smarts.

The music was turned off, and even those playing games paused. All activities in the room came to a halt.

“Ethan?” Ryan called out, frowning slightly.

The young man casually found a spot to sit, while the people he had brought along stood behind him, looking unfriendly. Although they were roughly the same age, the physics students appeared to be far more well-behaved.

“I thought such a noble person like you would have forgotten lowly people like me. I just came over to say hello,” Ethan Brooks said, laughing loudly but with irony.

Ryan cast an obvious disdainful look at him, responding, “Just get straight to the point. We’re having a private gathering with our department pals today. No outsiders are invited.”

Ethan smiled indifferently, saying, “Well since we ran into each other today, how about we take a gamble?”

Ryan frowned, musing. I don’t know about gambling. Is he truly attempting to stir trouble? It would be fine if I were alone, but with so many classmates here, if I refuse to accept the bet, who knows what Ethan will do?

Observing Ryan’s hesitation. Ethan turned up the pressure and cast an ill-intentioned glance at those behind him, his gaze malicious. “Mr. Lewis, if you refuse, what if your classmates happen to have something occur to them tonight and get hurt, don’t blame me for that.”

The physics department students had heard stories about Ryan and Ethan. Ethan was a junior in the physical education department.

According to Ethan’s girlfriend fell for Ryan and wanted to break up with Ethan to pursue Ryan, but Ethan

disagreed, and Ryan turned her down too. She got so upset that she jumped into a lake and couldn’t be rescued. Since then, the two had harbored grudges,

From then on, Ethan grasped every chance to cause trouble for Ryan. In truth, it wouldn’t have mattered for Ryan if it had been anyone else, but Ethan wasn’t an ordinary person.

He was the only son of Seacrity’s deputy mayor, Daniel Brooks. Daniel got him in his old age, and he became so spoiled that he developed a reckless personality. He blamed Ryan for seducing his girlfriend and causing her death, so he held a grudge

One was the deputy mayor’s only son, and the other was the heir of the prestigious Lewis family. Neither could touch the other, but confrontations persisted.

Ryan was forced to accept this losing bet owing to blatant threats He knew he couldn’t win against Ethan, who spent all his time at nightclubs, playing dice with others. Losing money wasn’t the main issue. Most importantly, he couldn’t bring the Lewis family into public shame.

Ryan found himself in a quandary, unable to advance or retreat.

“How about I take the gamble with you?” When those words were spoken, the entire room was stunned.

Ethan surveyed the room until he spotted someone in an obscure corner with a jacket concealing her head. He mused, ‘Looks like a lady’s outfit. These legs are gorgeous.

Aside from Ethan and others who accompanied him, Ryan and the students from the physics department knew who was speaking.

Ethan said, “You want to gamble on his behalf, huh? How can someone who never shows their face boast like this? We’re betting way more than thousands of dollars.”

Yvette removed the jacket from her head, stood up, and strode over.

The crowd parted, automatically clearing a path, musing, How could we have forgotten that Yvette is also here?”

Looking at Yvette walking over, Ethan was completely stunned. He swore she was the most beautiful lady he’d seen in years. with a perfect figure, an impeccable face, and a cool, untamed aura. This was what people meant by the combination of angel and demon.

Ethan regained his composure. He spoke again, this time in a much softer tone. “Pretty lady, are you sure you want to gamble on Ryan’s behalf? Our bets start at 1.5 million dollars, with no upper limit, and we only accept cash. Have you thought about this?”