Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Zion and Sawyer hurried all the way and only managed to arrive at the university half an hour before the opening Ceremony of Art Festival. Their car had broken down halfway, Herause it broke down in a remote area, the two of them had to wait for a long time by the roadside before a taxi came by.

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After a morning of frustration. Zion was fine, but Sawyer was furing. He complained about how unreliable Argrol University was for not sending a better car to pick them up. He looked upset the whole ride.

“Mr. Holmes, the crowd murmured. Inside the auditorium, many of the art students recognized Zion. As a world- renowned pianist, he was a role model for all piano students in Clusia. Zion wore a dark blue suit that day, indicating how much he valued Art Festival.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Those familiar with him knew that Zion only wore suits on special occasions and at concerts. Otherwise, he usually dressed casually. Zion approached Simon with courtesy and extended his hand to greet him. “Hello, Mr. Sunderland.”

Even though Zion and Simon were close, formal occasions require a certain level of etiquette to avoid unnecessary rumors. Simon also extended his hand returning the handshake. “Hello, Mr. Holmes”

Nellie and Rebecca had both attended Zion’s piano concerts before, so they were familiar with him. Rebecca was especially excited.

Rebecca not only admired Zion but also harbored feelings for him, which she kept hidden well enough that no one noticed. “Hello, Mr. Holmes. I last saw your solo concert two years ago, and it was an amazing experience.” Rebecca smiled, her beautiful eyes full of admiration.

If Yvette hadn’t been there, Rebecca would undoubtedly have been the most beautiful woman in the auditorium. Zion nodded slightly in acknowledgment. He knew that Rebecca was the daughter of the Carter family, one of the four major families in Seacrity.

Whenever he held a concert in Seacrity, she would always attend to see him perform. However, Zion didn’t have a favorable impression of her because when she first attended his concert, she subtly boasted about her family.

There was also one time after a concert when he left a little later than usual and saw Rebecca slapping her bodyguard on the side of the road, her expression fierce and malicious.

Zion remembered it clearly. Later, Rebecca repeatedly expressed her admiration for him and invited him to dinner several times, but he had declined each time.

He had been busy with his concert tours in Mysonna in recent years and hadn’t returned to Clusia often, so he hadn’t seen her in a long time. “Hello, Ms. Carter.”

Nellie had only attended two of Zion’s concerts. Knowing her place, she didn’t take the initiative to greet him. She knew it would be awkward if he didn’t recognize her.

Ruby was the happiest of all the people when Zion arrived. She was convinced that Zion was the one person who would side with Yvette. She was about to go and greet him when she saw Zion finish greeting Simon and others, then look around until his gaze landed on her.

Ruby immediately gave him a charming smile. But to her surprise, Zion’s gaze didn’t linger on her. His gaze swept over her and settled on someone behind her. When Ruby noticed that, her heart fell

Zion was overjoyed and pleasantly surprised. He didn’t expect to run into the girl he had met a few days ago. With so many students at Argrol University, he couldn’t check with everyone. “What a coincidence. You’re here too, Zion said as he briskly walked toward Yvette.

The auditorium fell into silence again. Everyone was speechless, unsure what was going on. However, they were aware of who Zion was approaching. Andrew, seeing him approach, nudged Bonnie with his elbow. “Yvette knows him!“

Bonnir nodded vigorously and then shook her head, leaving Andrew confused. “Does she know him or not?” he asked.

Bonnie hesitated for a moment. “Probably not. A few days ago, daring Art Festival’s rehearsal, he gave Yve his business card, but she didn’t even look at it.”

Andrew chuckled mischievously. He had heard of Zion a few times while in Betrico. His sister was a huge fan of Zion, and his sister and Zion seemed to get along pretty well.

He never cared much for piano or guitar, or any of that stuff. His family would occasionally receive concert tickets from a maestro or a celebrity, but he never attended them.

Zion, now entirely focused on Yvette, didn’t pay any attention to Andrew beside him. If he took a closer look, he would realize that Andrew slightly resembled the person lie liked.

Yvette slowly raised her head and arched her brow. Her long legs stretched out as she stood up straighter, exuding a relaxed but cool demeanor. Behind Zion, Sawyer was surprised by Yvette’s striking beauty, but her casual demeanor displeased him.

In his opinion, someone of Zion’s status who was willing to speak kindly to a student deserved the highest level of respect. Yet. Yvette was acting nonchalant and indifferent. Sawyer immediately took a dislike to her.

“I forgot to introduce myself the other day. I’m Zion Holmes. Nice to meet you. Could you tell me your name?” Zion inquired. Everyone was surprised by his attitude.

After all, Clusia’s most famous pianist was being so courteous to a student who hadn’t even graduated from the physics department. Zachary was unfazed. His daughter was friends with a major general and the mayor, so a pianist wasn’t a big deal.

In a corner where no one noticed, Nellie’s face darkened, and she almost tore her gown’s sleeve in frustration.

Rebecca’s jealousy grew as she observed Zion’s behavior toward vette. ‘Why is Zion so cordial to Yvette? Why? I’ve spent so much money on concerts just to have a meal with him, and it never happened. Yvette seems indifferent to Zion, yet he’s eager to know her name. How ironic. All of my previous efforts seem ridiculous, she commented inwardly.

Im Yvette Zeller, Yvette replied.

Ruby stood stiffly to the side, too scared to turn and look at Yvette. She had no interest in whatever Yvette and Zion were talking about. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but overhear Yvette and Zion’s conversation.

Ruby was on the verge of breaking down at the time, and she realized what it was like to be isolated and helpless. She had met Zion more than anyone else there. She knew how cold he could be because she had experienced it firsthand.

Nonetheless, Zion, who remained distant and unyielding even in the presence of wealthy tycoons and high-ranking officials, inquired about Yvette’s name. He nodded. “It’s a nice name. I like it”

Everyone present was utterly shocked. They found it unbelievable that Zion, a well-known artist, was making an awkward attempt at conversing.

Even Zion felt a bit embarrassed after saying that. He scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. He had never complimented anyone so awkwardly before. He looked at Yvette’s expression, which was difficult to read.

Zion scratched the back of his head again, looking a bit sheepish for a man in his thirties. His attempt at flattery was clearly unsuccessful

He didn’t care what others thought of him. His priority now was to find a chance to talk to Yvette privately. “Yvette, after Art Festival, I was wondering if you’d have some time to chat? You can decide the time. I’m fine with any time.”

Yvette remained quiet for a moment before she looked up. The light highlighted her elegant profile. “Sure.”

Bonnie, noticing that the two’s conversation had ended, approached Yvette and whispered, “Yve, where should we sit?” She