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.”

the door,

Zeller, Tyson

slightly at Tyson, her hands still in her pockets, and walked in with a

touched the

Yvette entered the room, she pulled out a chair and sat down without any hesitation. She crossed her legs and rested her

cap and glanced up at Damian with a crooked grin. Her mischievous energy was evident as she calmly poured herself a

eyes grew colder as he watched

now be the mistress of the Goodman family. Why does she vanish for years and show up now? Damian

was Damian who couldn’t hold back and spoke first “Long

and mischief. Her voice was monotone, replying. I

aback by these words, his

sharp as ever: Damian

between Damian

would dare to speak

black gun on the table, the dark barrel pointed

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

Damian discreetly turned the gun

did you come back for this time? Have you met

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

caught in his throat, and his face

Tyson’s expression also shifted.

the coffee, but now this expensive brew tasted dull and

considering my grandson?” Damian cautiously asked. He was worried that Yvette might regret it, though

it was

slender fingers tapping lightly on the table. Her lips curled up,

final straw. If it

face slightly shifted, growing tense. Yvette was someone who followed through on her

showing up

of how rough his childhood was, Damian said. He

in front of Yvette.

did something wrong,

in her eyes. Her voice was low

pale, his eyes fierce with malice. What

his anger, then reped coldly, “Fine,

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