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

Tyson asked. “Mr. Damian Goodman, how should we proceed this time? Are we still keeping it from Mr. Braydon

Goodman? His men are still outside West Isle

Goodman maintained a neutral expression. His wrinkled face broke into a cold smile.

‘Does Braydon think those worthless individuals can keeptrapped? That's laughable,” Damian thought.

“This time. I'll leave openly. My grandson needs to know who's really in charge of the Goodman family,” Damian

said.

The news of Damian leaving West Isle to return to the head of the Goodman family quickly spread throughout

the underworld of Mysonna

By the tBraydon received the news, the people he had sent to guard Damian had already been wiped out.

His eyes showed no surprise, only an endless chill, with hints of blood in their depths.

Carson stood by the side, trembling with fear.

He was a staunch supporter of Braydon. He hadn’t expected Damian to have someone able to overcome

Braydon'’s obstacles and return to Mysonna. Damian's power and ruthlessness were truly alarming

Years ago. Braydon asked Carson to send Damian to West Isle. Now that Damian was back, it was like Carson's

life was hanging by a thread.

Braydon played with the lighter in his hands. In the flickering firelight, his face shifted between light and shadow,

and that small scar added an eerie touch.

After a long pause, Braydon chuckled lightly, then burst into laughter, his voice sharp and piercing.

Carson didn’t dare lift his head. He tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, but with only two people

in the room, he had nowhere to hide.

Braydon’s gaze fixed on Carson, cold and mocking

His voice was smooth and shadowy, saying, “Damian is something. All these years, he stayed on West Isle just to

mislead1 naively thought he had no followers left, and no chance to rise again. Today, he’s truly slapped me

in the face.”

Carson bowed his head even lower, feeling even more frightened by Braydon’s words.

“Chief Braydon, since Chief Damian left West Isle this time, he didn’t leave anyone behind. It means he’s

declaring war on you. It won't be easy to send him back this time,” Carson said.

Braydon pursed his lips, his dark eyes cold and deep, with a hint of madness.

“What if he’s declaring war? He's not the underground king he used to be. And I'm not the Braydon who could be

easily pushed around anymore, Braydon said.

Hearing this, Carson's fear grew stronger,

He knew a little about Braydon'’s past. It was a taboo in the Goodman family that no one dared to mention.

Before leading the family, Braydon was not like he is now.

Braydon looked up, glancing coldly at Carson, asking, “How are things on Yvette’s side? Any news?”

Carson outlined the latest intelligence he had gathered, reporting, “Chief Braydon, we've discovered where Ms.

Zeller is staying. The place was purchased by a man. We've been investigating for a long tand even used

government connections, but we still can’t identify him. The officials we've bribed in the Mysonna government

say the villa owner's identity is classified as top-secret, and they don’t have the authority to access it. As for Ms.

Zeller, her counter-surveillance skills are too powerful. Our operatives lost her after just a few minutes, leaving

us unable to track her movements But.

Carson paused, uncertain whether he should continue, worried that Braydon’s reaction might be intense.

Braydon curled his lips into a cold smile, his voice stern, asking, Continue. But what?”

A cold sweat dripped down Carson's face. Not daring to linger, he quickly continued, “There’s not just M. Zeller

living in the villa. There are also four men and one woman. We've identified the woman as Mr. Nathan

Goodman's girlfriend. Sienna. But we haven't been able to find any useful information about the other four men

since they haven't shown up.”

Braydon tossed the lighter in his hand. It hit Carson’s head directly, causing blood to gush out instantly.

Carson didn’t dare to move at all, letting the blood flow down. It kept flowing more and more until his whole face

was covered, looking extremely frightening

“Useless, all of you are useless! Yvette is in Mysonna, and I still don’t know anything about her. What exactly is

the punishment hall under you doing? I'll give you three more days. If you can’t find out those people's

information by then. you can forget about being the head of the punishment hall. Get out!” Braydon shouted.

With a bloodied face, Carson bowed ninety degrees, turned around, and walked out. As he reached the door, he

heard Braydon say. “No wonder Yvette chose Charles instead of you back then.”

Carson clenched his fists tightly for a moment, then he casually pushed the door open and left.

What's the point of being great? Charles is just a dead person. The real power lies in who lives longer, Carson

thought

Royal Phoenix was the largest private club in Mysonna. It combines leisure and entertainment with high privacy,

making it the favorite spot for Mysonna’s wealthy.

Usually, it was bustling with people, but today it was eerily quiet, with only the club staff on high alert and no

outsiders to be

SPEIL

There was only one reason. Damian was here.

Speople who wanted to enter and have fun were stopped by the staff and were ready to get angry. After

hearing Damian's name, they didn’t dare make a fuss and left dejectedly

There were also scurious onlookers watching from afar, not leaving. The staff mentioned Damian was

hosting an important guest here.

“Who could it be? What significant guest would warrant a personal invitation from Damian? How impressive must

the man be?’ those curious onlookers wondered,

That was Damian, after all. When he unified Mysonna’s underworld, sof them weren't even born yet.

Damian was a legendary figure. Anyone wanted a chance to see him.

Tyson stood at the door in a black suit, back as straight as a rod, his face cold and expressionless,

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