Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Of course, James wasn’t about to take that lying down. He taunted Jase. “You think I’m afraid of you? Let’s go, old man! Don’t think just because you used to be in the military, you’ve got better stamina than me. Come on, let’s see who’s better!”

With that, the two of them went at it again, kicking and punching each other. These two guys, almost two hundred years old combined, fought like kids, making the scene more and more ridiculous.

Ronald and Walter sat calmly in their chairs, sipping their coffee. They listened as the two bickered, bringing up old grievances from decades ago, each one exposing the other’s flaws. Some of the incidents they mentioned had happened more than forty years ago, yet both of them remembered everything in vivid detail. Every time they fought, it was like a walk down memory lane.

Watching the two fight like an old married couple, Walter turned to Ronald, puzzled. “What exactly are they fighting about this time?”

Ronald thought for a few seconds and said, “I think it’s because of Jase’s granddaughter–in–law. That’s what started it.”

Walter’s eye twitched as he watched the fight intensify, and he sighed helplessly. ‘Let them fight. Based on my experience, anyone who tries to break them up is just asking for trouble.‘

When Jeremiah and Yvette entered the living room, Jase and James were already worn out. They were sitting on the floor, clutching each other’s remaining few strands of hair, refusing to let go. They stared at each other, silently challenging one another.

Seeing the pair walk in, Walter hurriedly turned to Jase and James on the floor and said, “You two stop it already! Jeremiah and his girlfriend are here. If you keep this up, you’ll both lose face!”

Walter and Ronald both knew Jase and James too well; they couldn’t care less about things like losing face. They would only stop when they’d fought to their heart’s content, so neither of them had much hope that their words would make any difference.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah and Yvette were already standing in the living room, watching the scene unfold with Jase and James rolling around on the floor.

While still holding onto Jase’s hair, James greeted Yvette. “Yvette, you’re here! Have a seat. Let me finish this fight with your grandpa, and then I’ll properly welcome you.” He then turned back to glare at Jase, brimming with determination.

Jase did the same, leaning over James’s shoulder to Yvette and said, “Sit there, Yev. Grandpa’s a bit busy here; you can have coffee with Walter and Mr. Terrell first.”

Jeremiah introduced Yvette to Ronald and Walter, “Walter, Mr. Terrell, this is my girlfriend Yvette.”

Yvette politely nodded and greeted. “Hello, Walter. Hello, Mr. Terrell.” Jeremiah had already briefed her on the backgrounds of these two influential figures before they arrived.

Ronald and Walter smiled kindly. “Ah, hello, Yvette. Don’t be shy, just treat this place like your home.”

Yvette’s blue eyes were cold and expressionless; she raised an eyebrow and tilted her chin towards the two on the ground. Casually, she said, “Guess who will win?”

Those five short words made Jase and James freeze instantly, and even Walter and Ronald were taken aback. Was she trying to mediate? It sounded more like she was stoking the fire!‘

Jeremiah chuckled. “It’s a tie; both sides will get hurt, no one can win.”

Once he said that, the two on the ground finally stopped, ignoring the hair scattered around and the scratches on their faces.

The battle wasn’t too brutal after all James grabbed Jase’s white hair. “You let go first, and I will too. You said you’d keep your word.”

Jase snorted. “Who are you kidding? If I let go, you’ll definitely pull out some of my hair. Do you think I’m stupid? To be fair, let’s count to three and let go together.”

James knew he was at a disadvantage here, lacking confidence. He had pulled the same trick on Jase last time, but it wouldn’t work this time.

They both counted to three and released their hands simultaneously, panting as they sat on the ground.

Ronald and Walter watched as the two, who barely had any hair to begin with, now had almost none left. It was a sight to behold.

Jase regained some strength, and Jeremiah stepped forward to help him up. “Grandpa, you’re still going strong.”

Jase proudly raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh of relief. “Of course! Just look at who your grandpa is!”

James, having a worse physical condition than Jase, was panting heavily on the ground. Seeing Jase being cared for by Jeremiah made him feel a bit sad. He lowered his head, and just then, he heard a cool female voice above him say, “Grandpa.” Those two words made James’s heart flutter with joy.

So, the scene looked rather strange to Ronald and Walter.

After they finished dinner and sat on the living room sofa, the atmosphere remained awkward. They couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed at the dinner table. That old geezer, Owens, had been fawning over Yvette, serving her food and getting her napkins, barely eating himself, his attention solely on her. This bizarre scene made everyone except Jeremiah feel like they were choking on their food.

Jase leaned on his cane, watching James and wondering why Owens was treating his granddaughter–in–law so well. ‘Could it be just because she’s a Siren? But isn’t that a bit over the top? He doesn’t treat other geniuses this way, does he?‘

James, noticing the suspicious looks from everyone, calmly poured Yvette another cup of flower coffee.

Yvette took the coffee and said, “Thank you.”

Jeremiah sat beside Yvette, saying nothing, just glancing at her before lowering his head. ‘It’s good for the girl to have someone care about her; she deserves it.‘

James immediately patted her. “No need to be polite with grandpa.”

Jase was not pleased. ‘Why does it look like those two are the family here?‘

Then James turned to Ronald and Walter. “Where are the welcome gifts you prepared? Bring them out.”

Ronald and Walter had already given Yvette her welcome gift; the remaining one was meant for his newly recognized granddaughter. ‘But she’s not even here; we want to give it, but to whom?‘

Walter frowned and said, “Owens, your granddaughter isn’t here. Who should we give our gifts to?”

James laughed and raised his chin. “Who says she hasn’t arrived Just hurry and bring it out.”

With no other choice, Walter and Ronald took out the prepared gifts. Since they were valuable items, they had been stored in a private antique vault, and now the box contained a receipt that could be used to retrieve the items, just in case. Each antique required special security personnel to deliver it home.

James took the gift box and placed it directly into Yvette’s hands “Granddaughter, here’s the welcome gift from those two. Just accept it for now; when you go to grandpa’s place, he has plenty of good stuff for you to choose from.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The scene seemed frozen, with Jase, Ronald, and Walter’s faces filled with expressions of surprise. ‘What did we just hear?

Owens said this is for Yvette; does that mean she is his newly recognized granddaughter?‘