Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

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Braydon's expression tightened at these words. A dark look passed over his eyes as he lowered his voice, "Yes, but I don't recall you saying I wasn't allowed to appear in your presence. I'm simply here to attend the event."

Yvette remained seated, exuding a commanding presence that seemed to suppress even someone as imposing as Braydon Her expression is indifferent as if he weren't even worth acknowledging Though the crowd couldn't hear exactly what Braydon had said, was obvious that he was humbling himself in front of this woman. This alone was enough to shock the room.

The infamous kingpin of Mysonna's underworld, a man feared for his ruthless and unfeeling reputation, was lowering himself for a woman. The rumors of Braydon's disdain for women had always been widespread, yet here he was, behaving in a way no one could have imagined

Just as the tension in the room reached a boiling point, another male voice rang out, breaking the silence. It was casual and cocky, carrying a hint of mischief. "Well, looks like I'm late to the party. What's all the excitement about?"

The crowd instinctively turned toward the elevator. Yvette, however, remained completely unmoved, her face devoid of any reaction. Braydon's brow furrowed slightly. He didn't turn around and knew who was coming.

Joe Yoder strolled in, wearing a dark gray suit with the top two buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of his collarbone. His presence was as unruly as ever, his demeanor effortlessly rakish

Unlike Braydon, who rarely appeared at public events, Joe was a regular at high-society gatherings. He was a stark contrast to Braydon-if Braydon was known for his aversion to women, Joe was infamous for his excessive indulgence. His girlfriends came and went faster than the seasons. But no one dared criticize him; after all, he was the next heir to the Yoder family empire.

The crowd could hardly believe their eyes. They had come to watch a fashion competition but were now witnessing the rare sight of Mysonna's two most formidable figures in the same room. And these two weren't exactly on good terms lately.

The air in the room grew unbearably tense. Onlookers were too frightened to breathe too loudly, let alone utter a word, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Joe ignored the crowd, and his gaze locked onto Yvette as he swaggered toward her.

Sienna clutched her handbag nervously. She didn't know Joe personally, but it was clear who he was here for. Based on his reputation, he was making a beeline for Yvette.

God... Sienna thought, "This party has turned into a

of control any second. The room held its breath as Joe stopped directly in front

I'd have shown up sooner. What a shame" His deliberate familiarity with Yvette sent ripples of shock through the crowd. Joe then turned

calm, her expression neutral as joe continued his antics.

instantly became menacing, with a chilling rage and

by her side while even a single word from me seems

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a date with you. Oh, wait-how could I forget? You're famous for not liking women. Or... is it that you prefer men?" Joe's taunt was bold and blatant, earning a few horrified glances. Sienna, however, couldn't suppress

watch with an air of calm that only

"I see your time in Voracia didn't

him. He stiffened like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Braydon," Joe

gawking at? The show's

thought possible. The room was empty in moments, save for Yvette, Sienna, Braydon,

a silent standoff. Tilting her head slightly, she addressed Sienna

immediately, relieved. Staying in this suffocating atmosphere a moment

skipped a beat. He thought, 'Is she about to speak to me?" It had been so long since Yvette

Joe let out a mocking

to Braydon, her expression as composed as ever. "Call off the hit on Charles, or I won't hesitate to bring down

expression grew dark. "Yvette, the Seventy-Two Chambers was your gift to me. I won't let anyone destroy it. It's your legacy. Are you really going to ruin it over Charles?" For once, Joe didn't mock Braydon. He remained silent,