Novel Square
Chapter 200
After Yvette and Tyson went inside, the onlookers finally dared to speak up.
A girl in fancy clothes, who had also been turned away from the Royal Phoenix, covered her mouth in shock.
“Oh my gosh, did you see that? The important guest invited by Damian was actually a girl who got off the bus?” the girl said.
Everyone nodded in agreement, their expressions complicated. A well-dressed man added. “The news about the Goodman family has spread all over Mysonna. I heard Damian is back to take over the family again.”
“I heard about that too, but it’s not going to be that easy. Damian has been away from Mysonna for so long, and now Braydon is in charge. Regaining power won’t be simple, a middle-aged man said.
“The affairs of the Goodman family are way beyond our reach. We better leave before trouble finds us,” someone suggested.
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As the crowd heard this, they remembered the ruthless ways of the Goodman family and quickly dispersed. Some were still jittery, thinking they must have been out of their minds to gossip about the Goodman family.
Tyson walked ahead, his expression icy, signaling people to keep their distance.
Yvette strolled behind with her hands in her pockets as if she were in her backyard, completely carefree.
Tyson was completely unfazed.
Actually, expecting Yvette to wear a formal suit to this meeting would be the odd thing to do, Tyson thought.
Royal Phoenix’s gun room was crafted with the most advanced technology, costing over 30 million dollars. Naturally, the service prices were also high. The guns here were the latest ones available on the market.
There were even some guns here that one wouldn’t find elsewhere, and not just one or two.
Someone said that whoever’s behind Royal Phoenix must be an arms dealer. Otherwise, how could they have all the newest guns so quickly?
At the entrance of the gun room, Tyson knocked softly on the door.
Inside, Damian was meticulously polishing a gun that gleamed with a dark shine.
His eyes were shadowy, and his murky gaze held a sharp glint, while his hands, dry and wrinkled like old twi
gun.
Hearing the knock, Damian looked away from the gun and said two words, “Come in.”
Tyson stepped aside, opened the door, bent down slightly, and gestured respectfully.
“Please, Ms. Zeller, Tyson said.
Yvette nodded slightly at Tyson, her hands still in her pockets, and walked in with a casual air.
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As soon as Yvette entered the room, she pulled out a chair and sat down without any hesitation. She crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hand
With a blank expression and a relaxed, rebellious demeanor, Yvette took off her baseball cap and glanced up at Damian with a crooked grin. Her mischievous energy was evident as she calmly poured herself a glass of water and drank.
Damian eyes grew colder as he watched Yvette from across the ble
“She is still so rebellious If back then she had agreed to be with Braydon, she would now be the mistress of the Goodman family. Why does she vanish for years and show up now? Damian thought.
In the end, it was Damian who couldn’t hold back and spoke first “Long time no see, Yvette.”
Yvette set down her cup, relaxed yet with an indifferent expression, a mix of coolness and mischief. Her voice was monotone, replying. I didn’t expect to see you again. It is pure coincidence this time”
Damian was taken aback by these words, his expression darkened, clearly provoked.
Her words are as sharp as ever: Damian thought.
Tyson was expressionless, his eyes wandered between Damian and Yvette before he looked down.
In Mysonna, only she would dare to speak to Mr. Goodman like that, Tyson thought.
Damian placed a black gun on the table, the dark barrel pointed directly at Yvette.
Yvette continued to rock her crossed legs, her pale face seemned radiant. Her eyes were as cold as ever, she flexed her wrist and her gaze was quite arrogant.
Seeing Yvette like this, Damian discreetly turned the gun in a different direction.
“What did you come back for this time? Have you met Braydon yet?” Damian asked.
Yvette’s eyes were cold as she looked at Damian. She lifted her eyelids slightly. Her voice was completely devoid of warmth, saying. “Whether I met him or not, don’t you already know? You’ve been playing this old cat role for years, aren’t you tired of it?
Damian’s coffee caught in his throat, and his face flushed red with anger.
Tyson’s expression also shifted.
Damian swallowed the coffee, but now this expensive brew tasted dull and unimpressive.
you not considering my grandson?” Damian cautiously asked. He was worried that Yvette might regret it, though deep
he knew it was unlikely.
Yvette toyed with her coffee cup, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the table. Her lips curled up, giving a half-smile.
“Keep him in check. The last time was the final straw. If it happens again, you’ll be dealing with the consequences yourself,” Yvette said.
Damian’s face slightly shifted, growing tense. Yvette was someone who followed through on her words. Her gratitude for Damian saving her life had finally run out.
“I’ll keep him in check, but I hope you stop showing up in front of him. You know how unstable Braydon’s personality is
weak Can’t you be a bit more forgiving? You’re aware of how rough his childhood was, Damian said. He was trying to appear
in front of Yvette.
His words clearly implied that even if Braydon did something wrong, he hoped Yvette wouldn’t be too harsh.
Yvette glanced at Damian and leaned back in her chair with a cold look in her eyes. Her voice was low and raspy, asking. “Ang I his dad or his mom?”
Damian’s face turned pale, his eyes fierce with malice. What could I say after a remark like that?’ Damian thought.
Damian took a sip of his coffee to cool down his anger, then reped coldly, “Fine, I get what you’re saying.”
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Unbothered by Damian’s furious state, Yvette took out a piece of vanilla toffee from her pocket and put it in her mouth.
Her black phone buzzed, catching her attention. It was a call from Jeremiah. The coldness faded a bit from her expression as she answered in front of Damian and Tyson.
“Hello!” Yvette greeted. At this time of day, Jeremiah would usually call or text me.
Jeremiah asked, “Have you eaten yet?”
Yvette glanced down, saying. I have.”
Jeremiah added, “The weather’s been changing in Mysonna lately. Remember to wear an extra coat when you go out. Avoid cold drinks. Stay warm, and don’t open the windows at night. Be careful not to catch a cold.”
The soldiers around Jeremiah stood completely still, afraid to make a move.
Listening to Jeremiah’s words, the soldier wondered if Jeremiah was still The Living Reaper feared throughout the rank.
Isn’t he acting just like a fretful mom? the soldier thought.
Jeremiah and Yvette exchanged a few words before Jeremiah hung up. Even amid a military meeting. Jeremiah had found a moment to call Yvette.
After ending the call, Damian fixed his gaze on Yvette, his eyes mysterious and sharp, full of suspicion.
“Got yourself a boyfriend?” Damian asked. He didn’t seem convinced, wondering who would date someone as fierce as Wette.
Yvette put her phone away, crossed her legs, tilted her head, and gave Damian a nonchalant look.
“None of your damn business,” Yvette snapped.
Tyson couldn’t stay silent any longer. With a stern face, he sharply reprimanded Yvette, “Ms. Zeller, regardless of your feelings, remember to respect your elders when you speak.”
Yvette didn’t turn her head or even glance at Tyson, fiddling with the cup in her hands.
She retorted, “Seems like I’ve been too polite, making everyone think they can act like they’re my elders.” Her words were outrageously arrogant.
Such words would sound jarring if they were from anyone else. When Yvette said them, Tyson was momentarily speechless.
Yvette wasn’t wrong. From start to finish, her relationship with Damian was purely about mutual benefits. Yvette had already repaid the life-saving debt completely.