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,

Ms. Zeller, Tyson

her hands still in her

touched the

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

her baseball cap and glanced up at Damian with a crooked

colder as he watched Yvette from across the

be with Braydon, she would now be the mistress of the

Damian who couldn’t hold

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

was taken aback by these

as sharp as

expressionless, his eyes wandered between Damian and

she would dare to speak to Mr. Goodman like

a black gun on the table, the dark barrel pointed

radiant. Her eyes were as

this, Damian discreetly turned

for this time? Have you met Braydon

Her voice was completely devoid of warmth, saying. “Whether I

and

Tyson’s expression also shifted.

swallowed the coffee, but now this

grandson?” Damian cautiously asked. He was worried

it

tapping lightly on the table. Her lips curled up, giving

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

face slightly shifted, growing tense. Yvette was someone who followed through on her words. Her gratitude for Damian saving

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

bit more forgiving? You’re aware of how rough his childhood was, Damian said. He was trying

in front of Yvette.

if Braydon did something wrong, he hoped Yvette wouldn’t be too

with a cold look in her eyes. Her voice was low and raspy, asking. “Ang

turned pale, his eyes fierce with malice. What could I say after a remark like that?’

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

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