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

Tyson asked. “Mr. Damian Goodman, how should we proceed this time? Are we still keeping it from Mr. Braydon Goodman? His men are still outside West Isle

Goodman maintained a neutral expression. His wrinkled face broke into a cold smile.

‘Does Braydon think those worthless individuals can keep me trapped? That’s laughable,’ Damian thought.

“This time. I’ll leave openly. My grandson needs to know who’s really in charge of the Goodman family,” Damian said.

The news of Damian leaving West Isle to return to the head of the Goodman family quickly spread throughout the underworld of Mysonna

By the time Braydon received the news, the people he had sent to guard Damian had already been wiped out. His eyes showed no surprise, only an endless chill, with hints of blood in their depths.

Carson stood by the side, trembling with fear.

He was a staunch supporter of Braydon. He hadn’t expected Damian to have someone able to overcome Braydon’s obstacles and return to Mysonna. Damian’s power and ruthlessness were truly alarming

Years ago. Braydon asked Carson to send Damian to West Isle. Now that Damian was back, it was like Carson’s life was hanging by a thread.

Braydon played with the lighter in his hands. In the flickering firelight, his face shifted between light and shadow, and that small scar added an eerie touch.

After a long pause, Braydon chuckled lightly, then burst into laughter, his voice sharp and piercing.

Carson didn’t dare lift his head. He tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, but with only two people in the room, he had nowhere to hide.

Braydon’s gaze fixed on Carson, cold and mocking

His voice was smooth and shadowy, saying, “Damian is something. All these years, he stayed on West Isle just to mislead me 1 naively thought he had no followers left, and no chance to rise again. Today, he’s truly slapped me in the face.”

Carson bowed his head even lower, feeling even more frightened by Braydon’s words.

Braydon, since Chief Damian left West Isle this time, he didn’t leave anyone behind. It means he’s declaring war on you. It won’t

dark eyes cold and deep,

underground king he used to be. And I’m not the Braydon

Carson’s fear grew

about Braydon’s past. It was a taboo in the Goodman family that no one dared to mention.

looked up, glancing coldly at Carson, asking, “How are things on Yvette’s side? Any

Ms. Zeller is staying. The place was purchased by a man. We’ve been investigating for a long time and even used government connections, but we still can’t identify him. The officials we’ve bribed in the Mysonna government say the villa owner’s identity is classified as top-secret, and they don’t have the authority to access it. As for Ms. Zeller, her counter-surveillance skills are too powerful. Our operatives lost her after just a few minutes,

he should continue, worried that Braydon’s

lips into a cold smile, his voice stern, asking, Continue. But

living in the villa. There are also four men and one woman. We’ve identified the woman as Mr. Nathan Goodman’s girlfriend. Sienna. But we haven’t been able to find any

his hand. It hit Carson’s head directly, causing blood

It kept flowing more and

in Mysonna, and I still don’t know anything about her. What exactly is the punishment hall under you doing? I’ll give you three more days. If you can’t find out those people’s information by then. you can forget about being the head of

he reached the door, he heard Braydon say. “No wonder Yvette chose Charles instead of you back

his fists tightly for a moment, then he casually pushed the door open and

the point of being great? Charles is just a dead person.

the largest private club in Mysonna. It combines leisure and entertainment with high privacy, making

people, but today it was eerily quiet, with only the club

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was only one reason.

and have fun were stopped by the staff and were ready to get angry. After hearing Damian’s name, they didn’t dare make a fuss and left

watching from afar, not leaving. The staff mentioned Damian

it be? What significant guest would warrant a personal invitation from Damian? How

underworld, some of them weren’t even born yet. Damian was a legendary figure.

in a black suit, back as straight as a rod, his