Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

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When Yvette's gaze fell on Jeremiah, his body briefly tensed up and he sighed in resignation. He picked up a small basket from the table and began collecting fees, one table at a time, golf from left to right.

His tall, striking figure stood out remarkably in the crowd. He had a regal air that clashed with the pocket change in his hands.

On stage. Emmett, Chris, and Frankie stared at Jeremiah in disbelief. They wondered if he lost all his principles after meeting Yvette.

They thought, Love-struck men are scary, but men without principles are even worse:

Yvette nodded in satisfaction at Jeremiah's sensible behavior.

Before Emmett and the others could fully process their pity for Jeremiah and recover from their shock, what Yvette said the next moment completely floored them.

With a mischievous smile on her lips, Yvette declared, "Today, my buddies will perform the 'Four Little Swans for everyone. Let's give them a round of applause."

Meanwhile, Jeremiah had just finished collecting the money and was about to walk back when he heard those words. He paused momentarily then casually walked to the couch and sat down.

The room erupted in cheers and applause, and everyone focused on the stage. But, this time, Yvette wasn't the center of attention. It was Emmett, Chris, Frankie, and Bruno.

With all eyes on them, Emmett and the rest stood with their hands stiff. Chris took a deep breath and said, "Who are the four little swans?" His voice was calm, but his twitching face betrayed his nerves. With a grim expression, Frankie pointed a finger and said incredulously, "One, two, three, four. If my guess is right, that's the four of us."

A look of panic appeared on Emmett's face for the first time, and he didn't even want to speak at all.

Bruno remained silent, glancing around furtively. The other three looked at him.

"Don't look at me," he said. "We'll have to do as she says. Yvette's like a nuclear don't dance, you'll end up suffering more.

weapon

when she's drunk. Trust me, if you

'I'll cover my head with a cloth. In any case, I've got to keep a decent reputation for my future in Spaunia. I won't look good if this gets out, so please bear with me."

Frankie grumbled, "No offense, Bro, but you've reached your all-time low. Are you sure you can still make it in the pirate business? Maybe it's time to consider a career change."

Bruno sighed. He thought, "What pirate lives as pitifully as me? Oh, never mind. My life's more important. Complaining won't help. The terror from four years ago is the last thing I want to face again.'

Emmett and the others wanted to object; but, when they turned around, they saw Yvette sitting at the piano and gazing at them with penetrating eyes while wearing a faint, ambiguous smile. They instantly spun back around. They agreed with Bruno-it was better to just dance. If Yvette go angry and decided to beat them up, they might not make it out alive.

Bruno, now donning a hastily found simple mask backstage, reluctantly struck his pose and stood on tiptoe alongside the equally resigned Emmett, Frankie, and Chris. Chapter 683

Yvette sat at the piano, raising an eyebrow and tapping her tor of the floor. She announced through the microphone, Let's welcome the four lovely swans Everyone started cheering again. The applause was thunderous, Instantly energizing the atmosphere.

Sitting on the couch, Jeremiah sighed, his defined features displaying a touch of helplessness.

On stage, the four beautiful "white swans" just wanted to disappear from embarrassment.

Yvette gently placed her hands on the piano keys; and, the next moment, a beautiful melody immediately captured everyone's attention.

The notes from the piano flowed like a spring, gently cascading The sound was heavenly.

Yvette's fingers moved expertly, producing music that resembled a butterfly poised to soar. In that instant, all the lights in the bar converged on her.

It felt as though all words in the world were insignificant at that moment. Jeremiah's gaze passed through the crowd and locked onto Yvette.

With his long legs crossed, he exuded a relaxed and lazy charm; his gaze was intense and his brows slightly furrowed Meanwhile the crowd in the bar listened, entranced.

Emmett, Frankie, and Chris moved their arms and legs and executed a familiar yet unfamiliar routine on stage. Frankie. however, stood out for his lively expression and the energy he put into his movements.

He thought, Well, Yvette will definitely reward me if I dance well. Since I'm already doing this, I might as well forget my pride and do well. Maybe I can ask her for a tip later'

The four's awkward dance, complemented by Yvette's angelic melody, was both harmonious and somewhat amusing. Their facial expressions were especially entertaining. Finally, after fifteen minutes, Yvette stopped playing, and the music came to an abrupt stop. Immediately, Emmett, Chris. Frankie, and Abadi stopped dancing- Dancing was truly more exhausting than fighting. They thanked the skies for ending their ordeal.

Everyone in the bar stood up and applauded enthusiastically. None of them expected to hear such amazing piano music in such a place

The applause just kept going.

Frankie excitedly said to the others, "Who would've thought our dance would be such a hit?"

Emmett, Chris, and Bruno all rolled their eyes at Frankie in unison. They wondered if he knew the applause was for Yvette's spectacular show, not them. Yvette casually walked over to Emmett and the others, half-squinting her eyes as she looked toward the crowd below. Emmett and the rest instantly tensed up

They wondered what other plan she had in mind. If anything, she should just quickly end their misery.

Yvette tilted her head, her sharp features exuding coolness as she raised an eyebrow. "Next up is something even more exciting

She continued, "What do we sing during New Year's Eve in Clusia? A wonderfully meaningful song. Let's give it up for The Four Swans and their rendition of Auld Lang Syne!"

This time, Yvette did the translation herself, introducing the next performance in six different languages.

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Thunderous applause filled the room as everyone's eyes turned toward Emmett and the others. The crowd started chanting "The Four Swans" loudly in different languages like Dermonian grean, Frixyia, and Turlen. The crowd was electrified, and the bar's atmosphere hit anotheright, almost loud enough to blow the roof off. By then, nobody cared about what Emmett and the other three thought

Yvette handed the microphone to Emmett. With a smirk, she calmly instructed, "Sing"

That was all she said.

Emmett raised his stiff right hand to take the microphone, while Frankie and Chris turned their heads in unison. They could not bear to endure more humiliation.

Bruno raised his hand timidly. "Uh, Yvette, I can't sing. Can I back out?

Yvette tilted her head subtly, her dark eyes locking onto Bruno, as though genuinely considering whether he knew how to sing or not.

After a few seconds, she slowly nodded and put her hands into her pockets. "Okay, you don't have to sing."

Bruno almost jumped up in excitement upon hearing this as he looked at the other three smugly.