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
Ms. Zeller, Tyson
Tyson, her hands still in her pockets, and walked in with a
touched the
out a chair 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
grew colder as he watched Yvette from
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
it was Damian who couldn’t hold back and spoke first “Long time no
down her cup, relaxed yet with an indifferent expression, a mix of coolness and mischief. Her voice was
aback by these words,
words are as sharp as
eyes wandered between Damian and
only she would dare to speak to Mr. Goodman like that, Tyson
on the table, the dark barrel pointed
her crossed legs, her pale face seemned radiant. Her eyes were as cold as ever, she flexed her wrist and her
like this, Damian discreetly turned the
back for this time? Have you met Braydon yet?” Damian
eyes were 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
coffee caught in his throat, and his face flushed red
Tyson’s expression also shifted.
this expensive brew tasted dull and
not considering my grandson?” Damian cautiously asked. He was worried that Yvette
it
slender fingers tapping lightly on the table. Her lips curled up, giving
him in check. The last time was the final straw. If it happens again, you’ll be dealing with the consequences
tense. Yvette was someone who followed through on her words. Her gratitude for
him in check, but I hope you stop showing up in front of him. You know
how rough his childhood was, Damian said. He was trying to
in front of Yvette.
if Braydon did
chair with a cold look in her eyes. Her voice was low and raspy, asking. “Ang I his dad or
with malice. What could
took a sip of his coffee to cool down his
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Chapter 200
About Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges - Chapter 200
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