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

In the private estate of the Goodman family, a middle-aged man stood trembling in front of the desk, not daring to lift his head as cold sweat ran down his temples.

“Mr. Goodman, we’ve checked. The person you’ve been searching for appeared at the airport with some men. One of them seems to be quite close to her,” the man said,

As he reached this point, the middle-aged man’s voice stopped uddenly. “The man sitting in the chair behind the desk slowly turned around to face the middle-aged man. With a cigarete between his slender fingers, his stunning face was captivating even through the light smoke.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes carrying a sense of danger as he stared at the middle-aged man speaking. He looked intimidating and smiled, “Oh? How close are they? Go on.”

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he fell to his knees wiping sweat off his hands, but couldn’t get them dry. “Mr. Goodman, they are not close. I didn’t see it clearly. I didn’t see it clearly, he stammered

Braydon pushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with force, his eyes squinting. After a moment, with a faint smile, his fingers gently brushed the comer of the photo, which showed Yette and Jeremiah at the airport today. They are not close?” he asked.

The middle-aged man quickly chimed in obsequiously. “Mr. Goodman, they are not close. There’s definitely nothing between them. It seemed he was afraid Braydon wouldn’t believe him, so he repeated it twice more.

After he finished speaking, Braydon’s expression softened a bit. But just as the man was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Braydon looked up and glanced at him. His red eyes were filled with menace.

For a moment, the middle-aged man felt like he was being stared down by a beast. He stood rigid, his head bowed, not daring to breathe loudly,

“Lying without a blink? Who taught you that?” After saying this, Braydon turned back to the window and lit another cigar “Kill him,” he ordered.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man tried to bolt, but it was too late, in the darkness, a gun was already aimed at his heart. All that was heard was a loud bang

Clutching his heart in disbelief, the middle-aged man turned to look at a spot in the room. For so long, he hadn’t even realized there was another person in the study.

Less than five seconds after the gunshot, the door opened and two men in black came in quickly to carry the middle-aged man’s body away.

The entire process took less than a minute, as if nothing had happened.

Braydon stared at the photo in his hand. His eyes carried a dangerous intensity, yet deep inside them lay a profound longing. He thought, What a dazzling smile.

Braydon extended his slender fingers, pressing a half-burned cigar against the man’s face in the photo. Seeing the man’s face in the photo was completely disfigured by the burn, he smiled with satisfaction. His voice was hoarse. “Jess, why do you think Yvette never smiles at me?”

In the darkness, a woman’s voice emerged, chillingly cold and slightly hoarse. “Mr. Goodman, I don’t know.”

Braydon’s eyes were red. His eyes were like a deep ocean, impossible to fathom. His expression grew colder, terrifyingly so. “Yeah, I understand. If I don’t know, how could you?”

Braydon touched the spot between his eyebrows, where a small scar ran across his brow. The scar didn’t take away from

Braydon’s handsome look; instead, it gave his face a mysterious feeling. He had a smile on his face, intimidating and crazy,

He thought. Yvette must have liked me; otherwise, why did she leave me with a scar like this? It’s clear proof. But now she’s been captivated by another mm. That’s alright. Once that man is dead, Yvette will surely come back to me!

Braydon gazed at the woman in the darkness. His voice was calm. “Jess, I’m upset. What do you think I should do?”

The woman in the darkness dropped to her knees without hesitation, which caused a loud noise. “Mr. Goodman, tell me what can I do for you.”

Braydon looked down, her eyes growing redder. His eyelashes duttered slightly, hiding the madness in his eyes.

“Go kill that man. Break every bone in his body, and it’d be best if you could peel off his meat piece by piece. Take a picture for me: I want to enjoy it with Yvette. I’m sure she’ll love it, don’t you think? Braydon said.

In the darkness, the woman came out. She was dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, wearing a mask that only revealed a pair of cold, gleaming eyes, like those of a beast. “Yes, Mr. Goodman, Jess will follow your command.”

After she had left, Braydon sat in the chair and pulled a small box from the drawer to his left. Inside the box was a small silver knife with the word “Yvette” engraved on its handle.

Braydon gently caressed the handle, then held it in his hand, whispering something. The next moment, he slashed his arm with the knife.

Blood slowly oozed out, but Braydon seemed oblivious to the pain, stared where the blood seeped and smiled contentedly. He thought, It feels great. The feeling of Yvette’s dagger slicing into my skin reminds me I am alive.”

The next day, the group had been staying at Jeremiah’s private villa ever since they returned from Mysonna

Yvette was having breakfast with Emmett, Chris, Frankie, and Bruce. Sienna sent her a text message. [Mr. Zeller, help me.] Yvette paused, then went upstairs to her room to make a call. The phone rang twice and Sienna picked up on the other end, Sienna’s voice came through the phone, loud and clear, with a hint of urgency and anger.

“Mr. Zeller, help me! That jerk Nathan wants to lock me up just because I want to break up with him. He crazily says if we die, we’ll die together. And his brother, Braydon, is even more insane. He called Nathan and said if I don’t listen, he should chop off my hands and feet and keep me like a pet. The whole Goodman family is crazy! I’m not weak either. I gave Nathan some sleeping pills and escaped. Now he’s got me trapped with nowhere to go, Sienna said.

Sienna paused for a moment before continuing. “Ms. Zeller, is there a way to get me out of Mysonna for a while? I could hide out for three to five years. Once Nathan has found another woman, he probably won’t bother me anymore.”

Sienna had run out of options and couldn’t find anyone to help ber, so she thought about asking Yvette for help. There was always something mysterious about Yvette and Sienna believed that she could make things happen.

Yvette lounged lazily on the couch, her cold eyes narrowing slightly. After hearing Sienna’s words, she looked calm and her tone was indifferent and slow. “Send me your location. I’ll come pick you up.”

Sienna was stunned on the other end of the line, taking a while to understand what Yvette meant. She let out a surprised shout. Seeing others staring at her, she quickly lowered her voice.

“Ms. Zeller, you’re in Mysonna? Wow, you’re truly a lifesaver, like an angel! I must have done something really good in my past life to meet such an amazing boss like you!” Sienna said.

Yvette rubbed her temples and asked, “Address?” Yvette thought, Sienna’s attempts at flattery have backfired more than once.

Sienna didn’t dare say anything else. She quickly gave the address to Yvette and then waited at a nearby pizza place for someone to pick her up.

Sienna reached into her pocket and there was empty, She had rished out so fast without bringing a single penny. Starving all day, she could only stare longingly at the pizza.

In the distance, someone in a black SUV was staring at her.