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.”

door, bent down

Zeller,

nodded slightly at Tyson, her hands still in her pockets,

touched the

the room, she pulled out a chair and sat down without any

demeanor, Yvette took off her baseball cap and glanced up at Damian with a crooked grin. Her mischievous energy was evident as she calmly poured herself a glass of water

as he

now be the mistress of

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

an indifferent expression, a mix of coolness and mischief. Her voice was

taken aback by these words, his

as sharp

eyes wandered between Damian and Yvette

she would dare to speak to Mr. Goodman

the table, the

eyes were as cold as ever, she flexed her wrist and her gaze

this, Damian discreetly turned the gun

this time? Have

cold as she looked at Damian. She lifted her eyelids slightly. Her voice was completely devoid of warmth, saying. “Whether I met him or not, don’t you already know? You’ve been playing this old cat role for years, aren’t you tired of

throat, and his face flushed

Tyson’s expression also shifted.

but now this

considering my grandson?” Damian cautiously asked. He was worried that

it was

toyed with her coffee cup, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.

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

on her words. Her gratitude for Damian saving

you stop showing up in front of him.

how rough

in front of Yvette.

implied that even if Braydon did

back in her chair with a cold look in her eyes. Her

his eyes fierce with malice. What could I say after a remark

of his coffee to cool down his anger,

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