Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges novel Chapter 499

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Braydon’s expression tightened at these words. A dark look passed over his eyes as he lowered his voice, “Yes, but I don’t recall you saying I wasn’t allowed to appear in your presence. I’m simply here to attend the event.” 

Yvette remained seated, exuding a commanding presence that seemed to suppress even someone as imposing as Braydon Her expression is indifferent as if he weren’t even worth acknowledging 

Though the crowd couldn’t hear exactly what Braydon had said, was obvious that he was humbling himself in front of this woman. This alone was enough to shock the room. 

The infamous kingpin of Mysonna’s underworld, a man feared for his ruthless and unfeeling reputation, was lowering himself for a woman. The rumors of Braydon’s disdain for women had always been widespread, yet here he was, behaving in a way no one could have imagined 

Just as the tension in the room reached a boiling point, another male voice rang out, breaking the silence. It was casual and cocky, carrying a hint of mischief. “Well, looks like I’m late to the party. What’s all the excitement about?” 

The crowd instinctively turned toward the elevator. Yvette, however, remained completely unmoved, her face devoid of any reaction. Braydon’s brow furrowed slightly. He didn’t turn around and knew who was coming. 

Joe Yoder strolled in, wearing a dark gray suit with the top two buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of his collarbone. His presence was as unruly as ever, his demeanor effortlessly rakish 

Unlike Braydon, who rarely appeared at public events, Joe was a regular at high–society gatherings. He was a stark contrast to Braydon–if Braydon was known for his aversion to women, Joe was infamous for his excessive indulgence. His girlfriends came and went faster than the seasons. But no one dared criticize him; after all, he was the next heir to the Yoder family empire. 

The crowd could hardly believe their eyes. They had come to watch a fashion competition but were now witnessing the rare sight of Mysonna’s two most formidable figures in the same room. And these two weren’t exactly on good terms lately. 

The air in the room grew unbearably tense. Onlookers were too frightened to breathe too loudly, let alone utter a word, for fear of being caught in the crossfire. 

Joe ignored the crowd, and his gaze locked onto Yvette as he swaggered toward her. 

Sienna clutched her handbag nervously. She didn’t know Joe personally, but it was clear who he was here for. Based on his reputation, he was making a beeline for Yvette. 

“Dear God… Sienna thought, “This party has turned into a battlefield. 

Between Braydon and Joe, two powerhouses with explosive tempers, things could spiral out of control any second. The room held its breath as Joe stopped directly in front of Braydon. The tension hit its peak. 

Joe shoved one hand into his pocket, smirking with a devil–may–care attitude as he glanced at Braydon’s darkened expression. He scoffed and then turned his attention to Yvette. Yvette! If I’d known you’d be here tonight, I’d have shown up sooner. What a shame” 

His deliberate familiarity with Yvette sent ripples of shock through the crowd. Joe then turned back to Braydon, adding fuel to the fire by moving even closer to Yvette, his posture intentionally intimate. 

Yvette remained calm, her expression neutral as joe continued his antics. She didn’t push him away, which only encouraged him further. 

Joe’s actions indeed angered Braydon, and he instantly became menacing, with a chilling rage and brutality. 

Braydon thought bitterly. “Why is it that Joe can stand by her side while even a single word from me seems to disgust her? 

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Joe shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Mr. Goodman, you’re here too? I figured you’d be too busy to attend something like this. Funny, I didn’t see a date with you. Oh, wait–how could I forget? You’re famous for not liking women. Or… is it that you prefer men?” 

Joe’s taunt was bold and blatant, earning a few horrified glances. Sienna, however, couldn’t suppress a tiny grin. ‘Now that’s a good jab, she thought. 

Braydon’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He adjusted his watch with an air of calm that only made his presence more intimidating. 

“Joe, don’t push it.” Braydon said coldly. “I see your time in Voracia didn’t teach you any lessons.” 

Joe’s easygoing demeanor vanished the moment those words hit him. He stiffened like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. “Braydon,” Joe growled, “mark my words–this isn’t over.” 

Turning to the crowd, Joe waved dismissively. “What are you all gawking at? The show’s over. Go back to your drinks or whatever. 

The crowd fled the scene faster than anyone thought possible. The room was empty in moments, save for Yvette, Sienna, Braydon, and Joe. 

Yvette stood up, her gaze shifting briefly between Joe and Braydon, locked in a silent standoff. Tilting her head slightly, she addressed Sienna in a calm, detached tone. “Let’s go.” 

Sienna nodded immediately, relieved. Staying in this suffocating atmosphere a moment longer felt unbearable. 

Yvette walked past Braydon, she paused for a fleeting moment. Braydon’s heart skipped a beat. He thought, ‘Is she about to speak to me?” It had been so long since Yvette had initiated a conversation with him. 

Seeing Braydon’s poorly concealed anticipation. Joe let out a mocking scoff. 

Yvette turned her gaze to Braydon, her expression as composed as ever. “Call off the hit on Charles, or I won’t hesitate to bring down the Seventy–Two Chambers.” 

That one sentence sent Braydon into a cold abyss. His determination shattered instantly, and his expression grew dark. “Yvette, the Seventy–Two Chambers was your gift to me. I won’t let anyone destroy it. It’s your legacy. Are you really going to ruin it over Charles?” 

For once, Joe didn’t mock Braydon. He remained silent, knowing full well the extent of Braydon’s obsession with Yvette. 

To Braydon, Seventy–Two Chambers symbolized something far deeper, an unwavering connection to Yvette. Her threat to dismantle it was a direct blow to the core of his existence.