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Chapter_281
The room fell into a stunned silence the moment Yvette removed her baseball cap. The men present, all of them from prestigious families, couldn’t believe their eyes. It was as if the concept of beauty had been redefined right before them. They had all seen their share of attractive women, but none could compare to Yvette. Her face, flawless and untainted by any cosmetic enhancements, radiated an almost ethereal kind of beauty.
Keira, who had been crying just moments ago, now stood frozen, staring at Yvette as if she had been struck by a revelation. In her eyes, Yvette’s natural beauty was something that no surgery or makeup could replicate. Keira thought to herself, If only I had been born with such a face, I would never have needed all those surgeries. I could have ruled the entertainment industry with looks like that. The jealousy inside her burned so intensely it almost consumed her.
As she gazed at Yvette, Keira was also acutely aware of the man standing beside her—Jeremiah. The way he carried himself, the aura he exuded, made Joel and the others look insignificant by comparison. So this is Jeremiah, Keira thought, her mind racing with new calculations. He was not just another wealthy heir—he was the epitome of power. The presence of both Yvette and Jeremiah, together in the same space, was overwhelming.
Keira quickly wiped away her tears, gathering her composure as she mentally shifted gears. She understood that the game had changed. If I want to make it here, she thought, I need to think beyond my usual tactics.
The other men in the room, initially so sure of their status and their chances, now felt a bitter envy welling up inside them. They had, in their arrogance, believed that just once, they might outshine Jeremiah in the “girlfriend competition,” but now they realized how far off they had been. They glanced at the women they had brought—those overly made-up, glamorous figures—and then back to Yvette, whose beauty seemed effortless, untouched by any artificial enhancements.
It was as if they had all been playing a game they didn’t understand. They had underestimated the power of true, natural beauty.
The couple standing at the door, silent and imposing, seemed to radiate a force that demanded respect. The men couldn’t help but feel small in their presence, acknowledging the vast gulf between them and the pair at the door. Yvette, even without trying, had managed to overshadow all of them. The contrast was almost too much to bear.
It was Samantha who broke the silence first. She stood up from the sofa, her black dress hugging her curves, and walked toward Yvette with the grace of someone used to commanding attention. Her heels clicked against the floor, each step adding to the tension in the room. As she moved, everyone’s eyes followed her, holding their breath. Jared, who had been watching nervously, quickly stepped forward, concern etched on his face.
“Samantha, maybe don’t go over there?” he said, his voice low. He knew the history between Samantha and Jeremiah and was fully aware of how this meeting could escalate. He feared that this encounter was not just a casual greeting but something much more significant.
Samantha, however, was undeterred. She gave Jared a light pat on the head, dismissing his concerns with a casual gesture. “Move aside,” she said, her tone cool and confident.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier. The guests were all on edge, wondering whether a confrontation was about to unfold. They knew Samantha’s reputation—her sharp tongue, her black belt, her ability to stand her ground no matter the situation. And yet, as she made her way toward Yvette, there was something more in the air. It wasn’t just about power; it was something else, something unspoken.
Keira, watching this unfold, couldn’t suppress the smirk that crossed her face. She thought to herself, This is it. A fight between the two of them will be the drama of the evening. If Samantha humiliates Yvette, she’ll have the last laugh.
But as Samantha reached Yvette and stopped in front of her, something entirely unexpected happened. Instead of a confrontation, there was a subtle moment of mutual recognition. Samantha, ever the queen of poise, studied Yvette carefully. There was something magnetic about Yvette—something beyond her physical beauty. Samantha, the one who had always commanded attention, now found herself briefly disarmed.
Yvette, without missing a beat, looked up at Samantha with a playful, yet sharp gaze. “Samantha Mitchell?” she asked, her voice light, almost teasing.
Samantha smiled, impressed despite herself. “Andrew was right—you are interesting,” she said, her voice warm with a touch of admiration. She extended her hand, a gesture of goodwill, but Yvette didn’t immediately take it.
Instead, Yvette simply nodded. “I’m Yvette Zeller,” she replied calmly, her eyes never leaving Samantha’s.
The silence in the room grew thicker. Joel and Jared exchanged glances, both of them startled by the sheer boldness of the exchange. In all of Betrico, very few people ever had the audacity to refuse a gesture of goodwill from Samantha. And Yvette? She just did it without hesitation.
Samantha, unfazed by the rejection, withdrew her hand with a bemused smile. It was rare for her to be ignored in such a manner, but there was something refreshing about it. She had heard from Andrew that Yvette disliked physical contact with strangers, and now she had experienced it firsthand. It made sense—both Yvette and Jeremiah, in their own ways, seemed to be immune to the typical pleasantries that governed the world of social interactions.
“I’ve heard all those rumors about me and Jeremiah,” Samantha said, her tone shifting slightly. “They’re nonsense, honestly. But I prefer beautiful women. Like you.” She winked playfully, her charm fully on display.
Jeremiah, standing quietly at the door, couldn’t help but feel a jolt of irritation. Does Samantha really think I’m invisible? he thought, the slight tension in his jaw betraying his growing discomfort. “Samantha, stop it,” he warned, his voice low.
Yvette, however, didn’t flinch. She studied Samantha for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a small smile, she replied, “Good to know. I like beautiful women too. And you’re definitely my type.”
The room went deathly quiet. Everyone, including Samantha, was taken aback. Is she flirting with me now? Samantha thought, her heart racing just a little faster than normal. She had been the one who prided herself on being the center of attention, but here was Yvette, effortlessly turning the tables.
Jeremiah, now clearly caught between his girlfriend and Samantha, clenched his fists. He was jealous. But more than that, he felt out of place. His two most important women were now standing before him, exchanging glances and words that made him feel like a third wheel.
The two women locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, neither willing to back down. Finally, Samantha broke the stare, clearing her throat. “You’re good,” she muttered, her voice a little strained.
Yvette, unfazed, simply nodded. “Not bad.”
Samantha, still processing the intensity of the moment, finally offered, “Want to sit with me? I’ll mix something special for you.”
Yvette smiled, a rare expression that lit up her face. “Sure,” she replied.
The crowd, who had been expecting drama, now found themselves confused. The women had just forged an unexpected bond in front of them. No one knew what had just happened, but they couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental had shifted in the room.
Jeremiah, once the center of attention, stood there, feeling strangely left out. His two most powerful women had just stolen the spotlight from him, and for once, he had no idea what to do next.
It seemed that the drama he had expected was not going to happen. Instead, it had turned into something entirely different—an alliance that no one had seen coming. And Jeremiah? He was left wondering just how he had become the one left behind in the midst of it all.
