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Chapter_136
The atmosphere in the garden had shifted from awkward tension to outright disbelief. The arrival of Jeremiah had completely disrupted everything. From the moment Wyatt had bowed to him with that respectful “Master,” it was clear that this was no ordinary man. The crowd couldn’t help but fall silent, their eyes wide with curiosity, intrigue, and fear.
Jeremiah, his cold demeanor still intact, slowly made his way toward Yvette. The way he moved—deliberate, measured, and unhurried—commanded attention. Every step he took seemed calculated, as if the ground itself was bending to his will. When his gaze landed on Yvette, the entire garden seemed to freeze.
Her reaction was one of pure indifference. She didn’t rise from her seat or change her posture. Her eyes, sharp and alert, merely flicked toward him, acknowledging his presence without a hint of surprise or fear. She had already been the center of attention, but with Jeremiah’s arrival, she became the epicenter of something far larger.
Jeremiah’s lips parted in a slow, knowing smile, the kind that could stop hearts. There was a fleeting, dangerous glimmer in his eyes—an expression that sent a chill down the spines of those nearby. His voice was low, but the way it reverberated across the quiet garden made it feel as though the earth itself was trembling.
“Yvette,” he spoke her name, and it felt like a command, though it was said softly.
Her gaze met his, still cool, still unaffected, as though she were a queen staring down a mere subject. “Jeremiah,” she replied, her voice steady, the same tone of casual confidence she had maintained all evening.
The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to tear their eyes away from this unfolding spectacle. They had never seen anyone interact with Jeremiah so casually, let alone Yvette, who had seemed so different from the other women in high society. While they were all scrambling to prove themselves, Yvette was effortlessly defying expectations—and Jeremiah seemed to like it.
Robert, still watching from a distance, clenched his fists in frustration. His mind was racing. How had he missed this? He’d heard the rumors of Jeremiah’s interest in Yvette, but to see it so plainly laid out before him was another matter entirely. There had been whispers that she wasn’t just the daughter of the Chambers family, but someone much more significant—someone with connections that even powerful men like Wyatt and Simon respected.
And now, Jeremiah, the figure of near mythic status, was here, not just for a casual greeting, but for her. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and he struggled to mask his discomfort.
Meanwhile, Yulia watched Yvette and Jeremiah, her mind spinning with confusion. Why would Yvette… remain so unaffected? She knew Yvette could be composed, but this was different. She wasn’t just composed—she was almost entirely detached, as if Jeremiah’s presence meant nothing to her at all. Was it possible that Yvette knew something everyone else didn’t?
Simon and Wyatt, who had previously been the most powerful figures in the room, were now mere spectators in this unfolding drama. Simon’s expression was unreadable, his usual confident demeanor wavering slightly as he realized the implications of Jeremiah’s arrival. Wyatt, for all his wealth and influence, now appeared small in comparison. The man who had just addressed Yvette with respect and warmth was now clearly outclassed by Jeremiah’s sheer aura.
Yvette, ever the enigma, didn’t seem to mind the shift in power dynamics. She leaned back casually in her seat, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles as she met Jeremiah’s gaze. It was as if she were waiting for him to say something more, to make some grand announcement or declaration.
Instead, Jeremiah remained silent for a moment longer, the smirk still playing on his lips. He had the attention of everyone in the garden, and for the first time, it seemed like he was thoroughly enjoying it. Finally, he spoke again, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.
“Shall we continue, then? The night is still young.” His words were directed at Yvette, but everyone around them felt the weight of his meaning.
For a moment, it seemed as though the world had slowed down. The silence, the tension, and the sharpness of his gaze had rendered everyone else mute. Even the air itself seemed to hold its breath.
Yvette gave a slow nod, her eyes sparkling with something akin to amusement, as if the night’s events had been a mere diversion to her larger plans. She placed her dessert fork down on the plate with deliberate grace, her movements as smooth and calculated as her words. “Of course. Let’s continue.”
And with that, it was as though the dam had burst. The whispers picked up, people began to move again, but no one dared to approach the two of them. The dynamic had shifted entirely, and now, the once-ordinary welcome home party had transformed into something extraordinary, something no one would soon forget.
Wyatt, still on the outside, was watching intently, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the way Jeremiah and Yvette interacted. There was something almost predatory about the way Jeremiah had approached her, but Yvette didn’t seem intimidated.
Wyatt couldn’t help but feel a flicker of admiration for her poise and the way she carried herself in the presence of such power.
Yvette, for all her charm and ease, had become a force to be reckoned with in this room—her aloofness, her quiet confidence, and her connection to people like Jeremiah had all converged to place her at the center of this high-stakes game.
