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.

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 be easy to

his lips, his dark eyes cold and deep,

underground king he used to be. And I’m

Carson’s fear

that no one dared to mention. Before leading the family, Braydon

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

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

paused, uncertain whether he should continue, worried that Braydon’s reaction might

a cold smile, his voice stern, asking,

just M. Zeller living in the villa. There are also four men and one woman.

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

down. It kept flowing more and more

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 the punishment hall. Get

As he reached the

tightly for a moment, then

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

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

bustling with people, but today it was eerily quiet, with

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only one reason. Damian

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

curious onlookers watching from afar, not leaving.

a personal invitation from Damian?

Damian, after all. When he unified Mysonna’s underworld, some of them weren’t even born yet. Damian was a legendary figure. Anyone wanted a

suit, back as straight as a rod, his face cold and