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

Frankie approached Nathan in three quick steps, sizing him up with disdain…

He coldly grunted, “Listen, Nathan, Sienna said she wants to break up, and that’s final. You threatening her with a child is pathetic. It’s embarrassing for a man. As for the child in Sienna’s belly. I’ll take responsibility for that, so don’t worry. What era do you live in? You think you’re some domineering CEO, alle to control a woman just because she’s pregnant?”

Sitting on the sofa, Nathan’s expression darkened with each word from Frankie.

Yvette glanced up from her phone, noting Nathan’s barely contained rage.

Her cold demeanor and the gentle tapping of her slender fingers on the armrest made Nathan feel like a deflated balloon. He didn’t dare move and just clenched his fists tightly.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than to kill Frankle standing before him.

But with Yvette present, he didn’t dare to do anything. Otherwise, he might end up being carried out today.

He didn’t doubt it for a second.

After all, he had seen someone carried out right in front of him before, and Yvette’s craziness was still fresh in his memory

It testified to her ruthless nature.

She fiercely protected her own, and her stance made it clear that Nathan was an insignificant outsider.

Frankie was pleased to see Nathan, who was furious enough to explode but didn’t dare say anything.

He saw the devious Nathan was too intimidated to act after Yvette’s warning glance.

With her by his side, he felt empowered to bully Nathan,

He was thrilled at the thought of leveraging Yvette’s strength against the villain.

Nathan, however, ignored Frankie’s taunts and focused on Sienna, suppressing his anger as he pleaded, “Sienna, please come home with me. We need to talk.”

This was the first time Sienna had seen Nathan like this, so different from the paranoid and gloomy figure he had been the day before.

But it was too late. The past was the past.

She didn’t want to return to the past.

Sienna shook her head, her expression showing immovable, and Nathan’s patience finally wore thin.

He revealed his true colors, ignoring Yvette, who remained seated on the sofa, and reached for Sienna’s hand.

But before he could touch her, a bullet struck his wrist.

Nathan gritted his teeth against the pain, his eyes wide as he turned to Yvette.

He realized this warning shot was her way of saying that further rash actions would have serious consequences.

Sienna gasped, spotting the elegant silver pistol in Yvette’s hand and the wound on Nathan’s wrist, leaving her speechless.

Next to her, Frankie was taken aback as well.

He thought, “Wow, Yverte is quthless. Nathan is the heir of the Goodman family, and she shoots him like that. She’s really something. I have to admit that was a damn impressive shot.

Nathan clutched his wound, blood seeping onto the expensive carpet, staining it.

Nathan pursed his lips, his face pale, looking pitiful.

Despite his pale face, the other three chose to ignore him.

Nathan never imagined that even Sienna would be so ruthless and completely uncaring about him.

At that moment, he finally got anxious.

He had hoped that by humbling himself, Sienna would surely soften and return to him. But now, her behavior made it clear their relationship was truly over.

Understanding he wouldn’t achieve anything by staying, he took a step back.

He said, “Sienna, I hope you’ll think about what I’ve said. I won’t give up on you”

With that, he turned to leave.

As he passed Yvette, he leaned slightly toward her, whispering. After all these years, you’re still so ruthless. Braydon knows about your return to Mysonna

Yvette understood his intentions and looked at him dismissively her usual lethargy replaced by cold disdain.

Feeling the weight of her gaze, Nathan’s wrist hurt even more from anger.

He thought, ‘Damn it! Nobody else in the world could be as arrogant and brash as Yvette.

Yvette smiled at Nathan, her expression sending a shiver down bas spine as if he felt Death’s scythe poised above him.

She stared at his pale face, her eyes dark and still.

In a low, hoarse voice, she threatened, “If you don’t want anyone to inherit the Goodman family’s secret business, I won’t mind personally helping your family deal with Braydon.”

That was a very harsh thing to say.

Nathan’s face was tense, his anger boiling beneath the surface, and his eyes were red.

Determined not to show weakness, he gritted his teeth and confronted Yvette. “Ms. Zeller, you’re so ruthless Braydon still has the scar on his face.”

Taking a deep breath, he forced a sarcastic smile, adding, “You managed to kill Braydon five years ago. Surely you can now. But he’s different now. He controls the entire Goodman family’s underworld, so I expect he’ll be here soon.

After saying that, he turned to observe Yvette’s reaction, but she remained indifferent, which only intensified his frustration.

He couldn’t afford to delay.

With Yvette’s marksmanship, he feared he might lose his arm if he lingered too long,

After speaking, Nathan stormed out, but just before he reached the door, he heard Frankie’s voice behind him. “Hey, this carpet I got from the auction is worth at least I million dollars. Pay up. As the Goodman family’s elder son, you won’t deny it, will you?”

The sarcasm stung.

Nathan paused, his lace darkening as his wrist throbbed painfully.

Yvette’s shot seemed to have hit the bone.

He pulled out a check, gritting his teeth against the pain, and wrote 1.5 million dollars on it.

With a cold grunt, he tossed the check on the ground and left without looking back.

The three remaining in the room watched him go in silence.

Yvette was expressionless. Sienna felt a sense of relief, and Frankie was in high spirits.

Once outside, Nathan jumped into his car and instructed the driver to rush him to the Goodman family hospital. Seeing Nathan injured, the driver knew something must have happened and sped toward the hospital.

He thought. Who dare lay a hand on Mr. Goodman? Since when did Mysonna have such a powerful person?

As Nathan’s car sped down the mountain, Emmett and Chris were returning to the villa after finishing their errands.

Their cars passed by each other.

Spotting the speeding car with a Goodman family license plate. Emmett frowned.

He thought. “The Goodman family’s car went down the direction where Mr. Chavez bought that piece of land. Now, they only have a villa, have the Goodman family members gone to the villa?”

Thinking about this, Emmett briefly shared his suspicions with Chris.

Alarmed, Chris urged the car to speed up, eager to get back.