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

In the private estate of the Goodman family, a middle-aged man stood trembling in front of the desk, not daring to lift his head as cold sweat ran down his temples.

“Mr. Goodman, we’ve checked. The person you’ve been searching for appeared at the airport with some men. One of them seems to be quite close to her,” the man said,

As he reached this point, the middle-aged man’s voice stopped uddenly. “The man sitting in the chair behind the desk slowly turned around to face the middle-aged man. With a cigarete between his slender fingers, his stunning face was captivating even through the light smoke.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes carrying a sense of danger as he stared at the middle-aged man speaking. He looked intimidating and smiled, “Oh? How close are they? Go on.”

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he fell to his knees wiping sweat off his hands, but couldn’t get them dry. “Mr. Goodman, they are not close. I didn’t see it clearly. I didn’t see it clearly, he stammered

Braydon pushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with force, his eyes squinting. After a moment, with a faint smile, his fingers gently brushed the comer of the photo, which showed Yette and Jeremiah at the airport today. They are not close?” he asked.

The middle-aged man quickly chimed in obsequiously. “Mr. Goodman, they are not close. There’s definitely nothing between them. It seemed he was afraid Braydon wouldn’t believe him, so he repeated it twice more.

After he finished speaking, Braydon’s expression softened a bit. But just as the man was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Braydon looked up and glanced at him. His red eyes were filled with menace.

For a moment, the middle-aged man felt like he was being stared down by a beast. He stood rigid, his head bowed, not daring to breathe loudly,

“Lying without a blink? Who taught you that?” After saying this, Braydon turned back to the window and lit another cigar “Kill him,” he ordered.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man tried to bolt, but it was too late, in the darkness, a gun was already aimed at his heart. All that was heard was a loud bang

Clutching his heart in disbelief, the middle-aged man turned to look at a spot in the room. For so long, he hadn’t even realized there was another person in the study.

after the gunshot, the door opened and two men in black came in quickly to carry the

than a minute, as if nothing had

hand. His eyes carried a dangerous intensity, yet deep inside them lay a profound longing. He thought,

fingers, pressing a half-burned cigar against the man’s face in the photo. Seeing the man’s face in the photo was completely disfigured by the burn, he smiled with

darkness, a woman’s voice emerged, chillingly cold and slightly hoarse. “Mr.

to fathom. His expression grew colder, terrifyingly so. “Yeah, I understand. If I don’t know, how

his eyebrows, where a small scar ran across his brow. The

gave his face a mysterious feeling. He had a smile on his

But now

darkness. His voice was calm. “Jess, I’m upset. What do you

her knees without hesitation, which caused a loud noise. “Mr. Goodman, tell me what can I do

redder. His eyelashes duttered slightly, hiding the

in his body, and it’d be best if you could peel off his meat piece by piece. Take a picture for me: I want to enjoy it with

was dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, wearing a mask that only revealed a pair of cold,

pulled a small box from the drawer to his left.

the handle, then held it in his hand, whispering something. The next moment, he slashed

Braydon seemed oblivious to the pain, stared where the blood seeped and smiled contentedly. He thought, It feels

next day, the group had been staying at Jeremiah’s private

and Bruce. Sienna sent her a text message. [Mr. Zeller, help me.] Yvette paused, then went upstairs to her room to make a call. The