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

Everyone was so shocked, they were frozen in place.

Jeremiah returned with two freshly made hot milkshakes. He glanced around at everyone’s expressions, understood immediately, and strolled over to Yvette.

He spoke slowly, “Let’s go, the culprit is at the police station. Andrew is still there.”

Yvette lifted her eyes. She stood up from her seat. Her cool face was both fierce and alluring.

“Okay,” Yvette said.

Ignoring the crowd, Yvette and Jeremiah joined hands and walked out.

Harold quickly shouted at Yvette’s back, “Did you use acupuncture to treat people?”

Yvette paused but didn’t look back, her voice plain, saying, “Acupuncture can work wonderfully. 170 copper figures are with countless apertures. It’s not that traditional medicine is inferior to Western medicine. It’s just a different approach. You may not understand the wisdom of our ancestors, but don’t belittle it.”

With those words, Yvette left without looking back, her lean silhouette exuding confidence and independence.

Harold was baffled by Yvette’s lines and could only look towards Tristan for help.

Seeing Harold’s urgency, Tristan sighed and interpreted the meaning of the sentence, “The acupuncture master’s skills were legendary; with just a few precise needle placements, they could bring sonfeone back from the brink of death. The 170 bronze statues, each with their intricate points, were a testament to the complexity of traditional treatment.”

Then, Tristan glanced at the nurses and doctors with their heads lowered, feeling a wave of emotion.

‘More and more kids know only that Western medicine can treat diseases, having long forgotten that traditional medicine is the true treasure of our civilization, the wisdom passed down by our ancestors.

‘Nowadays, fewer people are studying traditional medicine. In the last decade or so, even in the hospitals I oversee, the traditional medicine departments haven’t been a priority,’ Tristan thought.

Tristan secretly resolved to prioritize and thoroughly reform the hospital’s traditional medicine department, strongly supporting its development.

Upon hearing the explanation, Harold was silent for a moment.

Having learned Western medicine for a long time, Harold was truly amazed by his first encounter with the charm of traditional medicine.

In less than an hour, Yvette’s acupuncture rescue had quickly spread throughout Seacrity Hospital.

Inside the black Jeep, Jeremiah drove while Yvette was curled up in the passenger seat, drinking her warm milkshake. With her sleeves half-rolled up, revealing her pale arm, she tilted her head slightly and said calmly, “No plan?” -Jeremiah drove with one hand and paused momentarily, his voice clear and crisp.

“Yeah, looks like someone gave him enough benefits. No matter how the police ask, he keeps saying it was an accident, not

purpose. The surveillance footage only shows that after Mr. Chambers’s car lost control, a large truck suddenly came out from the opposite direction, causing the crash,” Jeremiah said.

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Yvette took a sip of her milkshake, her eyes lazily lowered, and her deep black gaze was chillingly cold. She slowly curled her lips. A smile spread. It was wicked as heck.

Jeremiah’s heart skipped a beat, thinking, ‘Yvette is dangerous and alluring

Jeremiah raised an eyebrow. Thinking about the call from Mysonna earlier, his voice was full of charisma, saying, “You know traditional medicine? And you can fly a plane too?”

Yvette paused for a moment with the milkshake in her hand, crossed her legs, and her dark eyes were half-closed, looking relaxed.

“I know a bit of everything,” Yvette said.

Jeremiah gently pinched her fingers, with a slight smile on his lips, looking at her, almost amused. If the pilot hadn’t said anything, he might have believed it.

Yvette scared the pilot out of his wits. After boarding the plane, she went straight to the cockpit and insisted on flying back to Seacrity herself.

The captain disagreed, so she just knocked him out, and by the time he woke up, they were already in Seacrity. Now the captain was still complaining to Bruce about Yvette.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

As for knowing a bit about traditional medicine? Yvette’s idea of a bit might be quite different from others

Quentin had just boarded his private jet and was about to take off when Jeremiah informed him he didn’t need to come back.

He was confused as he pulled his suitcase off the plane and went back to the hotel.

‘From what Mr. Chavez mentioned on the phone, have they already found a doctor to treat the patient? Is there in the country with a higher success rate than my surgeries?’ Quentin wondered.

any doctor

After going back and forth on it, Quentin finally decided to call Jeremiah. It would be a real pity not to get to know such a talented person.

“Mr. Chavez,” Quentin called.

Just as Jeremiah parked his car, Quentin’s call came through. While answering, he naturally helped Yvette unbuckle her seatbelt.

“Hmm,” Jeremiah simply replied.

Quentin didn’t dare waste time with small talk and got straight to the point.

“Mr. Chavez, if it’s okay, could I ask who you got to perform the surgery? It’s not over yet, is it?” Quentin asked.

Jeremiah glanced at Yvette, who was sitting back with her legs crossed, enjoying her milkshake. His eyes subtly flickered.

In a deep voice, he said, “The surgery is done, and the patient is fine. As for who did it? Let me ask her first, then I’ll let you know.”

Quentin took a deep breath.

The surgery is already done? Only three hours have passed since I got the call, and now it’s finished? Even more unbelievable is that the patient is saved,’ Quentin thought.

After hanging up, Quentin sat in a daze in his chair.

‘Since when does such an experienced doctor appear in Clusia, and how am I unaware of it?’ Quentin wondered.

At the entrance of the police station, Andrew stood to one side smoking, while Wyatt next to him had a serious look. The director of the police station, Zane Chappell, stood behind them

Seeing the familiar license plate from afar, Andrew quickly put out his cigarette and walked over in large steps.

Seeing Andrew’s reaction, Wyatt knew that Jeremiah had arrived and followed.

Zane had a morning that was both busy and stressful at the police station.

Wyatt personally went to the police station, bringing Andrew who looked tough to handle, just to personally interrogate the culprit responsible for a car accident.

Yet, that culprit acted as if he couldn’t care less, unfazed like a dead pig in boiling water. No matter how they questioned, the culprit insisted it was just an accident. But Wyatt and Andrew disagreed.

They could only keep interrogating repeatedly. If this isn’t handled properly, it could impact one’s career.

Jeremiah got out of the car first, walked over to the passenger side, and opened the door, where a pair of long, straight legs came into view.

Wyatt’s eye twitched. Besides Yvette, no one else could make Jeremiah from the Chavez family open the door himself.

Ever since Wyatt learned that Yvette was Cyanbird, he had a different view of her.

An internationally renowned and promising artist was far more valuable than a wealthy lady from Seacrity. That kind of international influence was no joke.

Andrew felt a bit embarrassed facing Yvette, as he wasn’t able to get the news and inform her first while in Seacrity.

“Ms. Chavez,” Andrew greeted.

Yvette nodded slightly, squinting as she glanced at Jeremiah. She thought, ‘This guy has made the title stick to me.’ Jeremiah innocently raised an eyebrow, looking as if he knew nothing. He had quite a roguish vibe.

Wyatt froze for a few seconds when he heard those two words, a sharp glint crossing his eyes.

He knew clearly that even if Andrew and Jeremiah were very close, without Jeremiah’s consent, Andrew wouldn’t dare to call Yvette that.

Wyatt looked at Yvette with added caution and respect. As the future matriarch of the Chavez family, he could not afford to underestimate Yvette.

Wyatt smiled and said, “Mr. Chavez, Ms. Zeller.”

Jeremiah’s face was calm and indifferent, responding only with an unspoken “Hmm.”

Yvette gave a polite nod in recognition, saying, “Hello, Mr. Langford.”

Wyatt’s smile became a bit more sincere when he realized that although Yvette appeared aloof and proud, as long as one didn’t provoke her, she was quite courteous.

She is a good child,’ Wyatt thought.