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

Chapter 548

Yvette smirked as she watched Jeremiah from behind. Her gaze hifted to Oliver, who was sprawled on the floor after his fall. "It's time to replace it."

Oliver thought he'd just been unlucky with a faulty chair. Natury, he had no idea Frankie had custom-ordered the solid wood chair which was worth a few thousand dollars from lugrea Joe sat cross-legged, not sparing Oliver a second glance, "How could the Yoder family end up with such a fool who'd continue to be kind to the person who betrayed him?' he thought. After breakfast, everyone moved to the living room. Frankie and Oliver were completely engrossed in a mobile game, the others quietly enjoyed their coffee.

while

Joe set down his coffee cup and hesitated momentarily before deciding to share what he knew. "Yvette, there's news about Braydon."

The moment he spoke, Jeremiah shot him a sharp look. Joe instantly regretted bringing it up.

Yvelle'sion remained calm as she peeled an orange leisurely. She lifted her gaze. "Hmm?" Joe wasn't aware that Yvette had already crossed paths with Braydon on Dead Street.

"Yvette, something's off with Braydon. People are saying he's been holed up for days without eating or drinking, looking completely wrecked. The underworld is stirring, everyone's itching to grab a piece of his turf," said Joe.

"Seventy-Two Chambers is keeping things in check for now, but smaller gangs are already causing trouble. If Braydon doesn't come out soon to take charge, the underworld of Mysonra could fall into chaos, Joe added.

Although the Yoder family had left the underworld, in Mysonna, the lines between legal and illegal dealings were always intertwined. To say they had no influence at all would be unrealistic.

Joe couldn't help but wonder, 'How can Braydon, who's typically ruthless and decisive, suddenly collapse like this and shut himself away? Something's definitely off. Yvette's the only person who can push Braydon into such despair. His obsession with her has long become an incurable madness.

Yvette lounged on the couch, popping an orange wedge into her mouth. Her unreadable gaze showed no emotion. She spoke slowly, "It won't."

Jeremiah's intense gaze fixed on her, a flicker of understanding flashing in his deep eyes. His voice, low and certain, cut through the room. "Braydon came to you, didn't he?"

The air in the living room seemed to be still as Sienna, Bruce, Emmett, and Chris instinctively quieted their breathing.

"Minhm. Dead Street was a trap set by his lackeys to lure me there.

recounted the events, and just hearing it was enough to imagine how intense and dangerous the seeñe had been. Emmett frowned and said, "Yvette, what was Braydon trying to achieve by setting this

out instinctively, "As if that could

everyone's attention in the living room, and even the two playing games

bit overwhelming. However, he had his reasons for saying so. However,

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knew just how skilled

the racing industry? That the question, thought

90%

Her expression remained indifferent, and her voice was soft and slow. "I've entered a few races and placed fairly

everyone immediately stopped pressing. They exchanged knowing looks, silently acknowledging they'd already guessed

conversation continued, the doorbell suddenly rang, Chris, who was closest to the door, got up

an elderly man and a younger one standing at the entrance. The older man's piercing gaze contrasted with the deep lines etched across

was dressed in a formal black suit. His expression was serious as he gently

Ms. Zeller here?" the young man

glanced at Victor briefly, then said calmly, "Yes. Please come in." He then led the way, with the two visitors following

immediately spotted Yvette sitting on the couch. It was the second time he had seen her since leaving Seacrity. Her face was

race and learned she was not only the owner of Vibe but

the Carter family seriously from the start. He truly regretted it, as he'd passed off the sham

elderly man and

shown himself before. This was also the first

and cold. Their gazes locked, one defiant and sharp, the

the chilling intensity in Claude's gaze. His