Unmasking the Heiress

To Evangeline's surprise, the receptionists barely acknowledged her. Their eyes flicked up before returning to their tasks as if she were invisible.

One of them sneered, "Looks like we've got all kinds in this big forest. Thinking your money can buy Mr. Walter Gordon's attention? He's not just anyone's for the taking."

"I'm Walter's wife. Where is he?" Evangeline shot back, not in the mood for their games.

They laughed. "Miss, you look like you're somebody, so why the sudden delusion? The president's wife just delivered his breakfast."

"Mrs. Walter Gordon? Breakfast?" Evangeline could not help but laugh at the ridiculous claim. She was eager to see what kind of show Walter had going on during his 'trouble-free' days at the office. She breezed past the security checkpoint and into the building.

The receptionists scrambled to call security, but Walter's assistant intervened, chiding them, "That woman is our president's wife."

The receptionists at the front desk were visibly shaken, their complexions ghostly. They had assumed the regular visitor was Mrs. Walter Gordon, but they had made a grave mistake and then feared their jobs were on the line.

Oscar raced after Evangeline, sweat beading on his forehead as he frantically texted Walter. As Walter's right-hand man, he had reached the limit of what he could do.

Walter glanced at his phone, his eyes darkening, his emotions veiled by the shadow of his lashes.

Meanwhile, the woman the receptionists had referred to as Mrs. Walter Gordon, Julia, was in the office, presenting Walter with a dessert she had painstakingly prepared.

"Walt, thanks for helping Ruby's family. I made this just for you, after much practice. Try it," Julia cooed, offering a piece of cake to his lips, her demeanor so intimate that she nearly climbed into his embrace.

Despite the chill, Julia was dressed in an elegant white dress with a daring slit and a bare waist. With just a touch, their skin would meet. 1

Evangeline walked in at that moment and caught the intimate exchange.

"Looking for a new thrill since home cooking has lost its appeal?" she quipped, her voice dripping with icy

sarcasm.

Walter's gaze turned stormy, but he did not push Julia away. Instead, he accepted a bite of the cake, remarking, "A change of pace can be refreshing."

Julia beamed at Evangeline. "You might not want to butt heads with Walt, Evangeline. I heard your grandpa is so sick and broke that he can't even afford a doctor. If you tick Walt off and he cuts off the funds for your grandpa's care, it would be a costly mistake." Evangeline's lips twisted in a mocking smile.

She walked in with an air of command, slamming her diamond-studded designer bag onto Walter's desk, towering over Julia with a look of disdain. "Just zip it, Julia. What gives you the right to butt into ourProperty © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

family drama? Still playing the town gossip like it's your family business?"

Julia was fuming, so much so that words failed her. She had to maintain her facade of the demure white lotus; swearing would only tarnish her image in front of Walter.

Struggling, she only managed to stutter out a feeble, "You... You..." Her eyes welled up with frustrated

tears.

"What? Got a stutter? Go fix it!"

"Ever thought of acting like a proper lady, Evangeline?" Julia's face flushed with rage. She had always used her poised persona to highlight Evangeline's crassness-a tried and true strategy. Surely, Walter would see through Evangeline's spite and favor her, the ever-understanding and gentle soul.

"Oh, a lady, are you? Hardly! You're nothing but a pretender, a two-faced bitch!"