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.

It means he’s

his dark eyes cold

declaring war? He’s not the underground king he used to be. And I’m not the Braydon who could be easily pushed

Carson’s fear

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

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

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, leaving us unable

should continue, worried that Braydon’s reaction might

his lips into a cold smile, his voice

sweat dripped down Carson’s face. Not daring to linger, he quickly continued, “There’s not just M. Zeller living in the villa. There are also four men and one woman. We’ve identified

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

It kept flowing more and more until his whole face was

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

out. As he reached the door, he heard Braydon say. “No

for a moment, then

Charles is just a dead

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

was eerily quiet, with only the club staff on high alert and no outsiders

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was only one

enter and have fun were stopped by the staff and were ready to get angry. After hearing

not leaving. The staff mentioned Damian was hosting an important guest

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

weren’t even born yet.

a black suit, back as straight as a