Unmasking the Heiress

apter 35

Walter rubbed his fingers together, chasing the ghost of Evangeline's touch.

Unable to shake the agitation within, he found himself lighting a cigarette, breaking a long-abandoned habit.

Evangeline, alone in the bathroom, let the water cleanse her as if it could wash away her troubles.

Just then, a call from Cole's assistant, Asher came in. She snatched up the phone, desperate for newsCopyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

about her grandfather.

With a trembling finger, she hit the answer button.

Relief washed over her as Wade, her bodyguard, delivered the news with barely contained excitement. " Miss, your grandfather's out of surgery, and the doctors say he's out of the woods for now." "That's wonderful," breathed Evangeline, her emotions a tangled mess.

"However, you're still needed to lead the company, to keep everyone steady. We're making critical moves up north, and Strata King Group isn't making it easy," Wade pressed on.

Evangeline's resolve hardened. "Wade, let them know I'll be there for the meeting tomorrow. And hold off on any deals with the Gordons or overseas expansion. We'll wait until Grandpa is back on his feet."

The Gordons, seizing the moment while Cole Foster lay on his deathbed, went all out to crush the Fosters' business. It was crucial, more than ever, for someone to rally the troops and keep the empire her grandfather Cole built from falling into enemy hands. 'Trevon, since Grandpa is safe and sound right now, you'll just have to wait and see.' Evangeline mused.

"Yes, Miss. However, there's a snag. The Gordons might be onto the guy the Fosters sent to tail Dr. George. Walter is getting suspicious about who you really are. He's digging into you and Mr. Foster. He's bound to figure it out, so why not just come clean? It might get him 'Tell him? My deal with Walter was a stopgap, nothing more,' she thought.

She was not planning on sticking around after her grandfather got better. Divorce was still on the horizon.

Their futures were on a collision course. If she stepped up to lead Foster Group, a showdown with Walter in the business arena was inevitable.

It was not worth the hassle.

"Forget him. Pick me up in the morning," she said before ending the call. Evangeline revealed in the water, humming a tune, utterly content.

Outside, Walter was scratching his head, puzzled by the joy of the lovely Evangeline inside the bath. She was that overjoyed because he had gotten her a doctor? He guessed he would have to step up his game.

As he snuffed out his smoke, Evangeline, who had arrived without a stitch of her own, rifled through Walter's closet and slipped into one of his champagne-colored shirts.

Walter towered over most, and his shirt on Evangeline was so long it grazed her thighs, making pants

seem unnecessary.

She fastened the buttons in a mismatched fashion, her damp hair tumbling down like a dark cascade. framming her elegant collarbones. The loose shirt left her creamy shoulders bare, glowing with an alluring sheen

"Looking good," Evangeline mused to her reflection "wonder who'll be the lucky guy to snag me." After a moment's thought, she slipped into Walter's robe for extra coverage

Walter, blessed with sharp hearing, could not help but cringe at her words

Evangeline swung the bedroom door open, a porcelain leg stepping out first, followed by the beauty with her hair still carrying the scent of her shampoo