Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 572 Elliot's feet seemed cemented to the stage as Yvette drew closer. His face drained of color, but he fought hard to suppress his panic. With so many eyes on him, he couldn't reveal any panic, he'd risk drawing suspicion.

Yvette stood there, bathed in the spotlight, every inch of her seemingly flawless. Her long neck was radiating an ethereal glow. Her cold gaze locked onto Elliot, and her voice carried the crisp chill of melting snow in the mountains. "Even after so many years, you're still hopeless," she said.

Elliot's face flushed red immediately. He stared out at the chattering crowd below, his eyes filled with venom. Elliot said with a deep voice, "Ms. Zeller, it's been ages. I'm glad you could make it to my concert. As for the cactus, I'll take it as a joke. But please leave. This isn't the place for such behavior. We're in the Golden Exhibit Center, not a farmer's market. You shouldn't be here." His voice was loud, a stark contrast to his usual gentlemanly charm, as his gaze burned ferociously into Yvette.

The Golden Exhibit Center was pin-drop silent as all eyes were on Yvette and Elliot. Speople thought, 'Who exactly is she to Elliot? What sort of history do they share that would prompt such an act on performance day?" Yvette took a single, passive step toward Elliot, and the weight of her presence seemed to press down on him, He instinctively stepped back, and realizing his retreat, he glared at Yvette as though he could intimidate her. Yveue's lips curled into a mischievous smile, her eyes narrowing She twirled the cactus in her hand. Then, with a flick of her. wrist, she sent it soaring toward Elliot.

Elliot's scream rang out. The audience watched in disbelief as the sharp needles of the cactus embedded themselves in Elliot's face, leaving him in a miserable state. From his front-row seat, Paolo observed Elliot clutching his face, seething with anger, while Yvette stood there, calm and poised, making Paolo smile bitterly. 'She's always been like this. If she has to fight, she goes straight for it. I worry for whoever ends up with her. Who could handle her fierceness? I'm worried, he mused. Jeremiah's eyes never left Yvette. He had not a slight rise in his brow. He mused inwardly, 'She's pretty ruthless to her. enemies. How cute!' Frankie and Sienna, barely containing their excitement, couldn't help but think in unison, Yvette's in a league of her own. Throwing a cactus at someone's face? That's genius! Elliot's face contorted with fury as he cradled his pricked face. "vette, I'm suing you for assault! You're finished! I won't let you get away with this!" he roared.

Nothing mattered more to Elliot than his appearance. He depended on his charm to lure his fans into filling his pockets, to vote for him, and to clear his name.

Internally, he seethed, That damn woman is targeting me! Why won't she just disappear?" Yvette slid her hands into her pockets, her gaze icy as she looked at him. Then, she leisurely strolled to the center stage microphone. Without haste, she reached out to grab it, her head tilted slightly.

Her very presence filled the vast hall, commanding attention. The audience collectively held their breath as she approached the microphone.

A small, almost imperceptible smile danced on Yvette's lips. The moment Elliot saw it, panic gripped Him. Ignoring the pain on his face, he was determined to stop her from speaking.

Chapter 372 But Yvette moved with fighting speed. Without a word, she sp on her heel and landed a swift kick, sending Elliot flying backward. His vision blurred as he was hurled several feet, crashing violently into the center of the stage, looking utterly broken.

The audience, who had just regained scomposure, was thrown into a stunned silence again. "Why did she kick him. again? they thought.

Yvette's chilling voice echoed throughout the Golden Exhibit Center. "Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to hear Despaired Soul' again?" she announced.

Politeness and asking the right question at the right tcould make all the difference in scases.

The audience, still processing the shocking scene they had just witnessed, was stunned into silence.

Is this skind of joke? After what we just saw, who in their right mind would dare to refuse?' they thought, suspicion settling in. Is she ssort of terrorist?' they mused.

In an unexpected move. Paolo rose from his seat in the front row and began clapping, Yvette turned her head toward him, her expression neutral, with just the faintest raise of an eyebrow The rest of the audience was left baffled by this unexpected display. Only Jeremiah, Sienna, and Frankie understood the deeper meaning behind it.

Paolo looked at Yvette with affection, his usual detached demeanor wholly gone. "It's not every day we get to hear you perform," he said. A discerning ear would catch the faintest traceipt frustration in his voice.

As Elliot struggled to rise, his thoughts were consumed by Paolos words, which hit him like an electric shock. What did Paolo mean by that? Did he just imply that hearing Yvette perform is a rare experience? Could Paolo have witnessed one of her performances before? he thought.

Yvette, hearing Paolo's comment, raised a single eyebrow. Her fake was exuding a wild energy. Her eyes, sharp and defiant, met the room with a detached gaze.

"Listen carefully, then. Every performance is priced at 300 thousand dollars, she declared.

Each person in the crowd was too shocked to speak. 'How could she possibly dare to perform in front of Paolo and ask for 300 thousand dollars a piece? Which pianist would ever have the audacity to boast like that in his presence? they thought p disbelief.

Elliot, with his bruised face, let out a cold smirk. 'Yvette is truly digging her own grave. Who does she think she's talking to? No one has ever been so bold in front of Paolo. By saying that, she's burning all bridges in the music world,' he thought, sneering inwardly. Elliot raised his voice, rebuking. "Yvette, that is Mr. Fontana, Chairman of the International Music Association! You're being reckless with your arrogance.

He looked to Paolo, hoping for skind of praise, but Paolo only gave him a quick glance.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Paolo spoke again. "Only 300 thousand? Since when did you start lowering your prices? A piece should be 3 million, no less. Now play," he commanded.

'Did he say 3 million dollars?' everyone gasped inwardly, murmers spreading across the audience.

"Did you hear that? Mr. Fontana is offering 3 million just to hear this girl play a single piece What kind of world are we living in?" one spectator exclaimed in disbelief..

"I heard that. What do you mean by crazy? Mr. Fontana did say million, didn't he? I've never seen anyone like that My mind is officially blown," another person remarked raise the price 2/3 10:17 Fri, Dec 27 Chapter 572 "No, no, the real question is-this girl must know Mr. Fontana, right? I've never seen him show this much attention to any musician before," a third person chimed in.

"It's more than just generosity. Their relationship seems way too close. What's her connection with Paolo?" someone asked.

At that moment, Jeremiah stood up, a his silhouette sharp and defined, the epitof aristocratic poise. With chilling gaze, his voice was calm and measured as he said, "I'll offer 7 million.