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.

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 send him back this time,” Carson

lips, his dark eyes cold and deep, with a

He’s not the underground king he used to be. And I’m not the Braydon who could be easily pushed around anymore, Braydon

Carson’s

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

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

should continue,

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

not just M. Zeller living in the villa. There are also four men and one woman.

in his hand. It hit Carson’s

down. It kept flowing more and more until his

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 out!” Braydon

bowed ninety degrees, turned around, and walked out. As he reached the door, he heard Braydon say. “No wonder Yvette chose Charles instead

tightly for a moment, then

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 only

SPEIL

was only one reason. Damian

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

watching from afar, not leaving. The staff mentioned Damian

significant guest would warrant a personal invitation from Damian? How impressive must the man be?’ those curious

weren’t even born yet. Damian was a legendary

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