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Chapter_536
“Mr. Goodman, Yvette is on her way down; she should reach your location in about ten minutes,” reported Braydon’s subordinate cautiously,
Braydon’s eyes glinted with frost as he furrowed his brows, shadowed with intensity. After ending the call, he exited the vehicle and positioned himself in front.
In just seven minutes, Yvette maneuvered her Maserati at breakneck speed, arriving at Braydon’s location.
As she turned a corner, she spotted the black car parked on the hillside, alongside Braydon, who stood waiting. Yvette showed no surprise; her demeanor was unfazed.
Her long lashes cast shadows beneath her sharp gaze, as her lips curled subtly, her cold eyes narrowing into fierce slits. She pressed the accelerator.
The Maserati showed no signs of slowing down, hurtling straight toward Braydon. As it closed in to just 0.2 miles away, it was clear a collision was about to happen.
Their eyes locked, and electric tension crackled between them. Yvette’s expression soured, filling the air with foreboding. Braydon had to hope she’d swerve away. But in the next heartbeat, Yvette’s car surged forward like an arrow. At the critical moment, Braydon’s driver nudged him aside, positioning himself to shield Braydon.
As the driver braced for what he thought was his doom, the Maserati stopped just inches away.
Unfazed, Braydon kept his composure, focusing on Yvette behind the wheel. His irises blazed with chilling intensity, red veins accentuating the knife— like scar on his face.
Emerging from the car, Yvette had changed into a sleek black ensemble-striking and formidable. Her expression remained unreadable as her piercing gaze scanned Braydon’s face, slicing through the air with lethal precision.
Braydon adjusted his collar, his voice steady yet grave, “Yvette, did you realize it was my people who lured you here?” Yvette met Braydon’s gaze with an unfeeling glare, her words languid and dismissive, “Of course.”
At her response, a softness spread across Braydon’s face, dispelling the darkness that had enveloped him. Only Yvette had the power to bring him peace over the years.
He asked, “Yvette, can you not give me one more chance? Abandon Jeremiah and choose me, just this once.”
Braydon implored her, sinking into humility. Yvette was his only path to redemption; without her, a life of wealth and fame would mean nothing-
His feelings for Yvette ran deep, woven through years of longing In his midnight dreams, only she occupied his thoughts.
Upon hearing Braydon’s plea, Yvette raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged. “Braydon, do you recall what I said when rescued you all those years ago
