Unmasking the Heiress

Evangeline winced as Aria's piercing voice echoed in her ears, prompting her to reflexively rub them.

There were times Evangeline seriously considered getting Aria some throat lozenges to save her voice and her sanity. How did Aria manage to vell like that day in and day out?

Evangeline nonchalantly replied, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but that's your son's handiwork. He can be a bit rough, but I can't say I mind it..."

Evangeline watched Aria's face twist with fury, her nose nearly bending out of shape.

Evangeline had figured it out. Aria just could not stand the thought of her son being affectionate with her.

"No way! You must've slipped him something, you temptress!" Aria glared at Evangeline as if trying to bore holes into her with her eyes.

Deep down, Aria was making plans. She could not let Walter and Evangeline carry on like that. Evangeline was too cunning. If she ever got her way, it would be a disaster!

With those thoughts, Aria discreetly pressed the service bell. A waiter appeared, listened to her hushed instructions, and then left, returning to her poised and polished facade. Moments later, the waiter returned, bearing a cup of coffee on a tray.

"Here's your coffee, miss." The waiter set it down next to Evangeline with a practiced grace before turning to leave.

Aria put on an act of contrition. "Evie, I got a little carried away just now, and that's on me. I mean, if there's no spark between you and Walter, why keep the dance going, right? It'll only end in tears. "Give that contract a good thought. I'll smooth things over with Walter, too."

Evangeline eyed the coffee by her hand, a chuckle bubbling up inside her.

Did Aria really take her for a toddler, offering a mix of harshness and sweetness and expecting her to buy the good guy act?

She did not need a crystal ball to know there was something fishy about that coffee.

ChapterHowever, the memory of Walter's goons talling her that morning gave her pause. With a soft smile, she said, "Alright, I'll mull it over at home."NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

With that, she took a few sips of the coffee.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Aria's grin stretching wider.

Soon enough, she feigned heavy drowsiness, resting her head che table, and pretended to sleep.

Aria, pleased with herself, made a call. "Come and take care of her for me."

Walter had been at the Gordon Group building since dawn, his day packed with meetings. The company was buzzing with issues that demanded his watchful eye.

Yet, in those meetings, his attention kept straying to his phone.

The lack of updates from the lackeys he had sent to shadow Evangeline was gnawing at him.

He toyed with his phone, waiting for that all-important message.

The room was thick with confusion as the staff caught the odd look on Walter's face. Walter, the quintessential workaholic, was known for his no-nonsense approach to work, especially in meetings where he expected undivided attention. However, something was off on this day, and it had everyone silently questioning.

Walter's phone suddenly lit up, and he snatched it up.

A text from his team read, [Mr. Walter Gordon, Mrs. Walter Gordon is visiting Mdm. Gordon, and they're still chatting away in the restaurant. Nothing else to report.]

It was a simple update, but it twisted Walter's face into a frown. He knew all too well his mother's distaste for Evangeline, and the thought of them sharing a cozy chat over coffee was laughable. As he tapped his fingers on the table, wrestling with the idea of halting the mee

An unknown number had sent a picture message. He opened it, and his eyes narrowed in shock. The image showed a woman, bare and beautiful, her face hidden. by flowing hair.

The message was a clear jab. [Mr. Walter Gordon, your wife is quite the catch.]

Rage rocketed through Walter, and he shot up from his seat, his outburst silencing the room. No one dared make a sound, all wondering who had dared to cross him.

Walter stormed out of the conference room, his face set in an icy glare. His fingers were clenched so tightly around his phone that his knuckles had turned white. Rage was consuming him, leaving no room for rational thought.

He made a beeline for his phone and barked at one of his guys for an address.

Without wasting another second, he made his way to the restaurant.

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