Unmasking the Heiress

Eventually, Cole left his gambling life behind and, with his friends, founded Foster Group. The company expanded rapidly, dominating the north and starting to clean. up its act.

The Foster family became untouchable, a name that commanded respect and fear alike.

The old-timers at the company were Cole's original crew, the brothers-in-arms who had been through thick and thin with him.

Back in their younger days, they thrived on freedom and carried that same laid-back attitude into their work, creating a company culture that broke the mold of traditional business.

That meant things got done fast, but it was not without its share of dark corners.

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Evangeline was practically invisible to them in the conference room.

A privileged princess, they had thought. Was she really up to the task of steering the Foster Group's stormy ship?

Amid the murmurs, a sudden thud echoed through the room.

The middle-aged man who had been blabbing that Evangeline was Cole's goddaughter was kicked far away from behind.

The room went dead quiet.

All eyes turned to the woman standing at the doorway.

Clad in a sleek black suit and a skirt that hugged her figure, her long curls pulled back into a high ponytail, her eyes accented with a subtle flick, and her lips a natural shade, she commanded the room like a queen. Her beauty was striking, with a fierce charm that was impossible to ignore. Her poise and elegance were captivating, every inch of her radiating a magnetic pull.

No one dared to interrupt, and it was not just because of Evangeline's imposing presence-it was also because of the man behind her.

That man was Asher, Cole's right-hand man

Evangeline barely gave the man agravsted of the floor a glance, "Mr. Campbell, send Nem ke 94 to kot pet his termination this afternoon

David Zimmer, the employee on the ground went wide eyed. He recognized the stunning woman before him, but he could not accept that she had come to put him in his place right off the bat. David was defiant.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What gives you the right to fire me? Back when I was in the trenches with the boss, you were probably still in diapers," David spat out with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Evangeline let out a soft hum, a clear sign she was not someone to mess with. She looked down at him, her eyes icy. "I'm asking you nicely to head over to HR and quit. If you want to keep stirring the pot, believe me, I won't hesitate to make your life a living nightmare"

It was almost shocking to hear such a blunt threat from a girl barely in her twenties, but nobody dared to dismiss it. They all knew the Foster family's power that stood with her.

David, obviously shaken, scrambled to his feet. As he scurried out, he spat out a warning of his own, "This isn't over."

However, Evangeline was not fazed by his words. She was a Foster, forged in adversity, never one to cower. She strode to the head of the table as if it were her stage, settling into the chair with effortless grace.

Her legs crossed, the family crest ring on her pinky catching the light, casting a regal chill.

The room fell silent, captivated by her presence.

It was a mystery. She was so young, yet none of the battle-hardened veterans dared to utter a word.

She surveyed the room with an air of superiority, her presence as commanding as any lead character.

"Let's get one thing straight-you all know who I am. However, for formality's sake, I'm Evangeline, Chairman Cole's granddaughter. As of today, I'm stepping in as the acting president."