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?"

"Is Yvette also interested in

shook her head vigorously. "Ms. Winslow, don't joke like that. There's no way Yvette would be interested in Braydon. She already has

talked about. She wondered, 'What kind of over

As

sat together, with Braydon across from

models on the balcony he saw Yvette and the others sitting in the front row. He muttered a curse. He

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

asked Hazel, "Ms. Winslow, is this seat taken? If not, could I take the liberty of

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trying to process their earlier shock when Joe, the young master from the Joe family, insisted on joining the group. Anyone who had

thought, 'Who is Joe heading directly for? It is pretty

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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 been quietly competing

course,

and sat

who was being surprisingly friendly towards Yvette, and exclaimed,

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

phone.

give much 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

water, handing over

menacing glint flickered in Braydon's eyes, making it seem like he wanted to cut off Joe's hands. A chilling aura radiated from Braydon, spreading coldness among

Joe just laughed nonchalantly. Today, he was determined to make Braydon furious, so he kept being extra attentive, which only added

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