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

Chapter 502

Hazel was overjoyed with just those few words. "Dear Yvette, tonight's party and the competition will be even more perfect with your presence." Hazel and Yvette walked together to the front row of the party seating.

The seating at the event was quite selective. Only judges or those with high status, like Sienna, were in the front row. Others with significant influence, like Braydon and Joe, also had prime seating. As Braydon passed by, he unexpectedly stood up.

Hazel was certainly familiar with Braydon's face, especially since she had previously interacted with Damian. The Goodman family was well-known in Mysonna, and everyone was aware of their influence. But Hazel wondered why Braydon appeared here. She paused her steps.

Braydon, with an elegant demeanor, politely greeted Hazel, "Ms. Winslow, I'm Braydon." Normally, with his nature, he wouldn't have bothered to stand up and greet her if Yvette weren't standing next to Hazel.

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Hazel had heard about Braydon's reputation. She caught his look and turned to glance at Yvette, who showed no expression. She thought, 'Is there something going on between these two?'

Hazel nodded, "Mr. Goodman, your presence truly graces our event. Please feel free to make yourself at home."

Braydon observed that Yvette didn't even give him a glance. He then looked at Hazel and said seriously, "I wonder if you would be willing to invite me to join you?"

Yvette stood with her hands in her pockets. She simply gave Braydon a brief glance, as if he didn't exist.

Sienna, standing nearby, rolled her eyes at the comment. She thought, 'Braydon really knows how to push his way forward. Given his and the Goodman family's status, could Ms. Winslow refuse him in front of all these people? What a sly move!

Just as Sienna anticipated, Hazel paused briefly before smiling and saying, "Of course, Mr. Goodman, please take a seat."

As Hazel observed Braydon's real intentions, she couldn't help but note his keen insight, which far surpassed that of his grandfather.

Back in the day, Damian was infamous for his playboy ways in Mysonna, always surrounded by women and frequently caught in scandals. However, if the young Goodman heir fancied Yvette, it was understandable. Not to mention Yvette's talents, her looks alone could drive men crazy.

Sienna stepped forward and whispered, "Ms. Winslow, what's happening?"

back to reality, Hazel asked, "Is Yvette

no way Yvette would be interested in

talked about. She wondered, 'What kind of over a girl like

As

Sienna sat together, with Braydon across from them. everyone Hazel took the

saw Yvette and the others sitting in the front row.

the front row too. He already had an invitation for a front-row seat anyway, but he wouldn't sit somewhere quiet when there was more

asked Hazel, "Ms. Winslow, is this seat taken? If

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master from the Joe family, insisted on joining the group. Anyone

thought, 'Who is Joe heading directly for?

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Joe, who suddenly appeared, and heard his words. Even with her usual grace, she found herself getting a bit of a headache. She wondered, 'What is going on today? These two families had

"Of course, please have

ignored the stares and sat down next to Yvette. "Hey,

being surprisingly friendly towards Yvette, and

"Of course, Ms. Winslow. Yvette is closer to me than my own sister. If she had wanted to, my grandpa would have already adopted her as his god-granddaughter, but unfortunately, she

comfortable position with her long legs crossed and her gaze lazily fixated on her phone. She casually unwrapped a piece of vanilla toffee and

thought to Joe's last remark. She thought. 'Unwilling? Who wouldn't want to be Carl Yoder's god-granddaughter?' She just assumed Joe was speaking offhandedly and didn't

Joe, ever since sitting down, had been diligently attending to Yvette-fetching water, handing over tissues, practically ready to bend

to cut off Joe's

make Braydon furious, so he kept

between Braydon and Joe with clear understanding, remaining composed. She then glanced at Yvette, who sat there with a detached expression, and gently rubbed her temples. Sienna quietly took out her phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to Bruce. On the other