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

After Yvette and Tyson went inside, the onlookers finally dared to speak up.

A girl in fancy clothes, who had also been turned away from the Royal Phoenix, covered her mouth in shock.

“Oh my gosh, did you see that? The important guest invited by Damian was actually a girl who got off the bus?” the girl said.

Everyone nodded in agreement, their expressions complicated. A well-dressed man added. “The news about the Goodman family has spread all over Mysonna. I heard Damian is back to take over the family again.”

“I heard about that too, but it’s not going to be that easy. Damian has been away from Mysonna for so long, and now Braydon is in charge. Regaining power won’t be simple, a middle-aged man said.

“The affairs of the Goodman family are way beyond our reach. We better leave before trouble finds us,” someone suggested.

e still

As the crowd heard this, they remembered the ruthless ways of the Goodman family and quickly dispersed. Some were still jittery, thinking they must have been out of their minds to gossip about the Goodman family.

Tyson walked ahead, his expression icy, signaling people to keep their distance.

Yvette strolled behind with her hands in her pockets as if she were in her backyard, completely carefree.

Tyson was completely unfazed.

Actually, expecting Yvette to wear a formal suit to this meeting would be the odd thing to do, Tyson thought.

Royal Phoenix’s gun room was crafted with the most advanced technology, costing over 30 million dollars. Naturally, the service prices were also high. The guns here were the latest ones available on the market.

There were even some guns here that one wouldn’t find elsewhere, and not just one or two.

Someone said that whoever’s behind Royal Phoenix must be an arms dealer. Otherwise, how could they have all the newest guns so quickly?

At the entrance of the gun room, Tyson knocked softly on the door.

Inside, Damian was meticulously polishing a gun that gleamed with a dark shine.

His eyes were shadowy, and his murky gaze held a sharp glint, while his hands, dry and wrinkled like old twi

gun.

Hearing the knock, Damian looked away from the gun and said two words, “Come in.”

stepped aside, opened the door, bent down slightly, and gestured

Ms. Zeller, Tyson

still in her pockets, and walked in with a casual

touched the

out a chair and sat down without any hesitation. She crossed her legs

her baseball cap and glanced up at Damian with a

as he

now be the mistress of the Goodman family. Why does she vanish for years and show

couldn’t hold back

her cup, relaxed yet with an indifferent expression, a mix of coolness and mischief. Her voice was monotone,

by these words, his expression darkened, clearly

words are as sharp as ever:

his eyes wandered between Damian and Yvette before he

she would dare to speak to Mr. Goodman like that,

on the table, the dark barrel

legs, her pale face seemned radiant. Her eyes were as cold as ever, she flexed her

turned the gun in a different

did you come back for this time? Have you met Braydon

warmth, saying. “Whether

coffee caught in his throat, and his face flushed

Tyson’s expression also shifted.

coffee, but now this expensive brew tasted

not considering my grandson?” Damian cautiously asked. He was worried that Yvette might regret

knew it was

coffee cup, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the table. Her lips curled up, giving a

time was the final straw. If it happens again, you’ll be dealing with

on her words.

up in front of him. You know how unstable Braydon’s

of how rough his childhood was, Damian said.

in front of Yvette.

words clearly implied that even if Braydon did something wrong, he hoped Yvette wouldn’t be

her eyes. Her voice was low and raspy, asking. “Ang I his dad

eyes fierce with malice. What could

his coffee to cool down his anger, then

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