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 slightly, and gestured

Ms. Zeller,

Tyson, her hands still in her

touched the

and sat down without

a blank expression and a relaxed, rebellious 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

colder as he watched Yvette from

If back then she had agreed to be with Braydon, she would now be the mistress of the Goodman family. Why does she vanish for years and show up now?

couldn’t hold back and

mischief. Her voice was monotone, replying. I didn’t expect to see

aback by these words, his expression darkened,

as sharp as

wandered between

would dare to speak to Mr.

black gun on the table, the dark barrel pointed directly

continued to rock her crossed legs, her pale face seemned radiant. Her eyes were as

turned the gun

back for this time? Have you

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

in his throat, and his face flushed red with

Tyson’s expression also shifted.

swallowed the coffee, but now this expensive brew tasted dull and

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

it was

her slender fingers tapping lightly on

check. The last time was the final straw. If it happens again, you’ll be dealing with the consequences yourself,”

growing tense. Yvette was someone who followed through on

keep him in check, but I hope you stop showing up in front of him. You know

Can’t you be a bit more forgiving? You’re aware of how rough his childhood was, Damian

in front of Yvette.

did

leaned back in her chair with a cold look in her eyes. Her voice was

fierce with malice. What

coffee to cool down his anger, then reped coldly, “Fine, I get

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