Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 

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Damian looked up at Braydon’s cold, expressionless face, and hearing his words, he showed no surprise–it was almost as if he had expected this outcome all along. “Braydon, remember this: never let anyone become your weakness. You should have killed me, not sent me back to the island.” 

Tyson was shocked and immediately knelt to plead for Damian, Mr. Braydon Goodman, Mr. Goodman only spoke out of anger. Once he returns to the island, I assure you he will no longer stand in your way.” 

Braydon looked into Damian’s cold eyes, which held a mix of emotions. After a moment of silence, neither spoke. Braydont turned and walked out the door. 

Tyson turned back to Damian, who looked older than ever, slumped on the sofa, drained of all his former vigor. He spoke quietly, “Mr. Goodman, you should have let Braydon know that coming out of the island wasn’t to compete with him but to remove the last obstacles in his path. You didn’t have to let him despise you like this. 

Years ago, when Braydon’s father was still alive, he had treated Braydon with nothing short of cruelty, forcing him to live in a cage, depriving him of food, and subjecting him to conditions meant to break his spirit 

Since being saved by Yvette, Braydon had never been the same; sometimes, his mind still bore the scars, and he would even harm himself in moments of distress. His father’s legacy of abuse had left lasting wounds on Braydon’s heart. 

Damian let out a dry, bitter laugh. “You think Braydon doesn’t understand my intentions? He knows everything, But that doesn’t change a thing. He will never forgive me for keeping him away from Yvette. He despises me for it. If he let me live. it’s only because he understood my purpose; otherwise, he’d have killed me already, grandson or not.” 

No one knew Braydon better than Damian himself. His grandson had room in his heart for only one person–Yvette–and she was the only one he would ever show mercy toward. For Braydon, everyone else was expendable 

Damian took a slow sip of coffee, then looked at Tyson. ‘How is Nathan getting along with the Carter girl?* 

Tyson bowed slightly. “Mr. Goodman, the young lady from the Carter family, is refined and attentive to Nathan. They’re getting along well. Since Yvette intervened last time, Nathan has focused on his responsibilities and hasn’t gone after Sienna.” 

Hearing this, Damian nodded in satisfaction. 

Yvette, Jeremiah, and Emmett had taken a private jet to Mysonna. Charles had opted out of the trip, preferring to stay back for a while, while Samantha had returned to Betrico for an urgent matter. 

The Eagle King was also heading to Betrico. Flying Fish had recently debuted, and with just one performance, her mesmerizing looks and captivating acting had made her an overnight sensation in the entertainment industry, Chasing her newfound fame and love, the Eagle King had naturally followed Flying Fish to Betrico. 

Once Yvette, Jeremiah, and Emmett disembarked, Bruce, Frankie, and Chris were already waiting at the airport. Despite two months of separation, their friendship was as seamless as ever. 

Frankie, ever the joker, grinned. “Jeremiah, Yvette–long time no see!” 

Bruce, the steady one, couldn’t hide his excitement either. Jeremiah, Yvette, welcome back 

Chris was similar, being the least talkative of the three. “Jeremiah Yvette, Emmett.” 

Yvette was dressed in a white T–shirt and jeans and wore her usual black cap, framing her refined features and slightly upturned eyes with a sharp elegance. She still had that same spirited energy the group knew well 

After exchanging greetings, they split into two cars–Yvette, Jeremiah, and Bruce in one, with the rest in another. Ten 

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minutes into the drive, Bruce revealed why he’d opted to ride with Yvette and Jeremiah. 

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Bruce said, “Yvette, I’m with Sienna now. She’s a little shy and couldn’t bring herself to tell you. She hopes to have your blessing, though. She’s been busy with the International Fashion Competition in Mysonna, so she couldn’t come along to see you. She wanted me to apologize on her behalf 

Nestled comfortably in the back seat, Yvette paused momentarily with her phone in hand, glancing up. She smirked, turned to Jeremiah, who had his arm around her waist and raised an eyebrow. 

“Your guy ran off with my girl. So what do we do about that?” Yvette asked, a hint of playfulness in her tone. 

Jeremiah’s hand tightened around her waist, his deep, intense gaze fixed on her as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Bruce took Sienna, and I’m here for you. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?” 

Yvette put on a slight smile, impressed by his quick comeback. Without another word, she returned to her phone, casually remarking. “If Sienna is happy, you’re safe. If she isn’t, then Jeremiah’s in trouble.” 

The warning in her tone was direct, almost possessive. Bruce chuckled at Yvette’s statement. Her message was clear–if he ever let Sienna down, the one to suffer wouldn’t just be him but Jeremiah too. Only Yvette could throw both men off balance with a single line, effortlessly asserting her expectations. 

Jeremiah, realizing he’d been roped into this as well, watched the relaxed figure of Yvette nestled beside him. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes–this girl could be so unapologetically demanding yet so effortlessly charming 

Yvette sensed Jeremiah was smiling and looked up, playfully annoyed. “What are you laughing at?” 

Jeremiah squeezed her hand, his expression composed. “Not laughing. Really” 

Yvette didn’t buy it, giving him a skeptical glance before returning to her game. 

Up front, Bruce caught the scene in the rearview mirror, smirking at how much warmer Jeremiah seemed around Yvette.