Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez



The man they called Dante was in his early thirties. His face was unremarkable, but hi were fierce. Compared to the

others, with their colorful hair and clothing, he clearly stood a c above the rest.

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Dante took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled a thick smoke ring as he looked at the others around the table. "This isn't the right time. The Goodman family won't let the southern region remain in chaos forever.

"Don't forget-even if they don't step in now, the Seventy-Two Chambers aren't people we can mess with. If we become impatient and try to snatch territories like the others, we might lose our current position. So, we're not gonna do anything"

Dante's lackeys had heard the same warning numerous times, and they were clearly running out of patience. How much longer did they have to wait?

The other gangs were taking advantage of the Goodman family situation to expand their territories, but their leader was too timid and hesitant to make a move.

Although frustrated, they held their tongues since they were all brought up by Dante. They still looked sullen, and Dante could only reassure them. It was all about who could be more patient. If they behaved and surrendered when the Goodman family dealt with those gangs, perhaps that family would accept their small gang of a few dozen people into their fold.

That was their true path to success and Dante's ultimate goal, not the fleeting gains they see now,

Yvette and Jeremiah heard Dante and his lackeys conversation word for word, and exchanged knowing glances. Yvette's gaze was cold. She crossed her leg, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.

"Smart man," Jeremiah remarked.

Yvette nodded casually. "Mm-hmm, pretty insightful."

Knowing Braydon's nature, the day he came out would be the end for those small troublemaking gangs in the southern region. If Dante stayed calm and kept his head down, he might achieve his wish.

Just then, the owner brought out the dishes and placed another side dish on Dante's table.

Dante politely thanked him. "Thank you, Mr. Cattaneo."

The owner, Mario Cattaneo, seemed familiar with Dante. "We should stay out of trouble if we can, Dante," he said earnestly.

Dante nodded in agreement.

sorry for Dante Mario practically watched Dante grow up since Dante was young and scraping by collecting trash. He felt and would leave leftovers for him every day. He was Dante's benefactor and an elder who truly cared for him.

Dante reassured, "Don't worry, Mr. Cattaneo, I can keep my cool. I definitely won't act impulsively this time."

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Hearing that finally put Mario's at ease. "Well then, eat up. Call me if it's not enough

No sooner had he said that than the door to the diner opened, and in marched a group of about a dozen men with a different tattoo. These burly men with scowls on their faces were clearly there to cause trouble.

Mario and Dante's expression changed when they saw those men and their young Epean leader.

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group was the terrifyingly aggressive Union Gang that had been running rampant and snatching territories in the southern region recently. Chapter 351

They went around collecting protection fees from businesses. Things would be fine if a business paid, but if it didn't, these guys would send people to vandalize their place and drive customers away. They were completely out of control.

Recently, many small gangs in the region were taken over by Union Gang. They had even announced their intention to rule the southern region. Since the Goodman family had not intervened yet, the Union Gang members had become completely reckless

The gang members swaggered in then grabbed a bunch of empty stools and sat down like they owned the place. They had a vy of weapons on them.

Other people in the diner were terrified and tried to leave, but the gang's lackeys blocked the exit and did not allow any of them leave. Only the people at Dante's table stood ups.

Jeremiah and Yvette were seated at their table, leisurely eating their food like they were not affected by the tense atmosphere at all.

Mario knew he could not afford to offend these men, so he lowered his posture and tried to be friendly with the young Epean. "Mr. Willis, are you here to eat? What would you like? I'll prepare it for you right away."

The Epean man, Hendrick Willis, pushed Mario away. If Dante hadn't been quick to catch him, that fifty-something man would have been knocked to the ground.

Hendrick glared at them, his imposing height of nearly six-foot-three greatly intimidating those around him, "Are you Dante? The one in charge of Pentagon Gang? I heard you're not satisfied with our Union Gang.

"You think your little gang of just a few dozen members can challenge us? I'll show you who really runs the southern region Jenight"

Although Dante's Pentagon Gang was considered small in the southern region, they operated independently without aligning with any gangs. This made them a thorn in the side of other gangs. Union Gang was clearly aiming for them.

How could Dante not understand what Union Gang wanted? They deliberately came here to corner them, finding a pretext to accuse them. But he had never said such things.

Dante had been in the southern region for years; so, although he knew he was at a disadvantage, he didn't show it.

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His expression remained calm in the face of Hendrick's rudeness. "I never said that. We, Pentagon Gang, stay on our own turf and mind our own business. Don't push it."

Dante's lackeys stood up to support him. Both groups were already geared for a fight. It was almost certain that there would be trouble in this diner tonight.

Mario was at his wit's end and was unable to help. He had witnessed many fights over the years, but Dante was like a son to him. If something happened to Dante right in front of him, how could he not feel guilty?

In his desperation, he noticed the couple sitting at another table. Aren't they a bit too relaxed? Do they not see all the other customers huddled in the corner and shaking in fear?' he thought.

Those two didn't even bat an eye and kept eating the food in front of them nonchalantly, as if nothing was happening.

'Aren't they worried about getting caught in the crossfire?' he wondered, as he knew that gangs do not care about bystanders when fighting.

Before Mario could think more, the Epean swore and Dante grabbed a bottle from the table then smashed it over a Union Gang member's head.

Chaos erupted instantly. There was a huge difference in numbers-Union Gang had four or five times more people than Dante's gang. But Dante and his subordinates were fierce and not inferior at all.

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Umon Gang was not to be rifled with either. They used their numbers to their advantage. Alcohol bottles, chairs, and all sorts of weapons flew everywhere.

A bloody knife flew directly onto Yvette and Jeremialy's table, splattering blood onto the steamed broccoli and making it inedible

Yvette's gaze darkened. She calmly put down her fork and looked up. Then, she grabbed a tissue to clean her hands, and slowly stood up from her seat.