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.”

opened the door, bent down

Ms. Zeller,

her hands still in her pockets, and walked

touched the

out a chair and sat down without

at Damian with

he watched Yvette from

rebellious If back then she had agreed to be with Braydon, she would now be the mistress of the Goodman

end, it was Damian who couldn’t hold back and spoke first “Long time no see,

her cup, relaxed yet with an indifferent expression, a mix of coolness and mischief. Her voice was monotone, replying. I didn’t

taken aback by these words, his expression darkened, clearly

sharp as ever: Damian

wandered between Damian

she would dare to speak

gun on the table, the dark barrel pointed

her crossed legs, her pale face seemned radiant. Her eyes were as cold as

turned the

time? Have you

warmth, saying. “Whether I met him or not, don’t you already

and his face flushed

Tyson’s expression also shifted.

coffee, but now this expensive brew tasted

He was worried that Yvette

it

lightly on the table. Her lips curled

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

Yvette was someone who followed through on her words. Her gratitude for

hope you stop showing up in front of him. You know how unstable Braydon’s personality

aware of how rough

in front of Yvette.

Braydon did something

in her chair with a cold look in her

turned pale, his eyes fierce with malice. What could

to cool down his anger, then

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