Chapter 629 The Three Princes of the Southwest

• He did exactly what he’d done before—sipping champagne from a tall flute, eyes closed like he was napping, looking laid-back and cocky, like he owned the room.
• Meanwhile, Yvonne Sand sat beside him. Complicated feelings flickered in her bright eyes, and her ten fingers twisted together, tight and nervous.
• Even now, Yvonne still couldn’t tell if Eric Goodwell was just pretending to be calm or if he truly had that kind of fearless confidence. No matter what kind of danger or mess landed in his lap, Eric always joked it off and faced it head-on.