Unmasking the Heiress

"Step on it. We've got to make it to the bust right away

Evangeline was itching to see Lydia get nabbed with her own eyes.

"However..." The bodyguard shot a worried look at Evangeline's baby bump, but after a moment's hesitation, he floored the gas pedal.

Sunny Glow Beauty Salon was a good distance from Newstead Zone. The Foster family's car zipped down the road, fihally catching up to their target just before hitting Newstead Zone.

That was when the trouble started.

Newstead Zone was all hills and curves, and the roads got trickier the deeper they went. The Foster's guards were new to those parts and did not know the lay of the land, so Lydia's car quickly left them in the dust.

Evangeline's heart raced as the white car slipped out of sight.

However, what she did not realize was that her bodyguard was even more on edge.

He was responsible for the safety of the Foster family's treasured heir growing inside Evangeline. If anything happened on his watch, he knew he could never make it right.

After a whole lot of convincing, Evangeline finally let the car behind them gun it to catch up with Lydia's

ride.

By the time Evangeline rolled up, Lydia's car was parked at the entrance of a quaint mountain village. The Foster family had the east side of the village on lockdown, surrounding a tiny, out-of-the-way house like it was a high-security compound. Evangeline got out of the car with poise, and her bodyguard hustled over, all bows and scrapes, saying, Ms. Evangeline, we've got Lydia cornered inside. Should we haul her off to the Security tower now?"

Evangeline put up a hand for silence, a sly grin playing on her lips. "Hold up, I want to meet this one face-to

-face."

Lydia was no fool. The trick she pulled that got Evangeline's mother killed was slick-no loose ends. If Evangeline had not been on her tail like white on rice... Lydia would still be out there. Evangeline. remembered her mom, tough as nails, and knew she would not have left any stone unturned.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

The ride over was rough, and Evangeline felt a twinge of pain in her belly.

However, she pushed through, cradling her stomach, and made her way into the rundown room.

Before she could get a word out, Lydia's voice, all suspicion and defense, filled the space. "Who are you? What's your angle? Why are you messing with me?"

Evangeline peered inside. The place was a hot mess-thatch everywhere, mud and dust for days.

Light from outside streamed through the busted window, hitting the curtains and throwing a spotlight on the bulky shadow behind them.

Evangeline knew in a heartbeat that Lydia, the one she had been tirelessly hunting for, was hiding right

behind that curtain.

However, this was Lydia she was dealing with, so there was no point in playing coy.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," she called out

With a sigh and an eye roll, Evangeline wondered if Lydia realized that the light from outside was a dead giveaway of her hiding spot.

"Ah!" Lydia shrieked, still desperately clinging to the curtain like a shield. "Who are you? Your voice... it's so familiar."

Evangeline could not help but feel a bit amused. She strode forward and whipped the curtain aside. Recognizing my voice won't help you much. Why not take a look and see for yourself?"

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Her words were light, but the moment the curtain flew open, Lydia's face went as white as a sheet.