Unmasking the Heiress

Enough you vir woman! Julia's voice cracked the air as she glared at Evangeline's amu face. "Do you really think Walter won'tcome after you for kicking me out?"

Evangeline just stared, bewildered. "I used to think you had some sense, but clearly, I was wrong. You're a fool. I'm divorcing him, so his actions are none of my business!" Evangeline called out with a dismissive wave. "Mr. White, please escort these people out. I've no time to waste on them."

With the police's help, the bodyguards packed the things and tossed them out the door. Humiliated, Andrew and Julia scrambled into a cab and disappeared.

Evangeline surveyed the empty yard, everything as before, except her mother was gone for good.

James gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. He had lost his dearest sister, and he was determined to shield his niece from any sorrow, to spare himself from his sister's silent judgment. Lydia was still babbling when Julia snapped, pressing her hands to her ears, "Shut it! Haven't you embarrassed me enough for one day?"

Lydia fell silent, still somewhat intimidated by her daughter, who held the keys to her future comfort and riches.

Julia could not fathom what her father ever saw in Lydia, whom she felt disgusted

with.

The debacle, witnessed by the media and her fans, had probably ruined her reputation for good.

Andrew remained composed. "Julia, maybe you should call Walter's assistant, Oscar, and find out what's up. It doesn't make sense for him to just ignore your calls."

"Yeah, go find out what's the deal. He's probably just got tied up with something." Lydia agreed.

That snapped Julia back to reality, and she managed to get Oscar to reach out to Walter.

When Walter's phone finally rang, Julia burst into tears before she could even sayContent © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

hello.

Walter's brow furrowed; he had little patience for a woman's tears.

"Walt! My sister threw us out today and called me and Mom homewreckers. We've got nowhere to go," Julia managed to say through tears.

"Got it. I've got a place at Northern Lights. I'll have Oscar set you up there. Head over and get settled. I'm swamped right now, can't talk," said Walter bris!.

The call ended with a click, leaving Julia feeling abandoned. Even so, she was sure Walter still had a place for her in his heart. Why else would he have Oscar look after her?

Her grip on the phone tightened, her eyes blazing with vengeance. "Evangeline, don't you dare gloat. I'll be the real lady of the Gordon family soon enough. And when I am, you'll pay for today's shame!"

Meanwhile, Walter clutched his stomach. Business had kept him on his toes, meals were missed, and his chronic stomach issues were back. He had hoped distance would spare him from family drama, but his departure only worsened things.

Oscar had already filled him in on the drama back home, but Evangeline's latest stunts were off the charts. She had blown the lid off their secret marriage and even kicked her own dad to the curb.

She knew perfectly well that he did not want to see her with James, yet she still cozied up to James in front of everyone, even talking about divorce.

Walter could not help but smirk at the irony, Evangeline was nothing if not efficient.

"Sir, there's a pack of reporters outside dying to grill you about your divorce," his assistant panted, mopping his brow. Keeping the vultures at bay was no walk in the park.

Walter flicked his hand. "No personal interviews. Kick them out of the building, and if they make a scene, call the cops."

Before he could even take a breather, Trey was on the line.

"What's this mess you've made?! Weren't you supposed to be playing nice with Evie, not heading for divorce?" Trey's scolding could shave years off a man's life. "Grandpa, I gave it my all," Walter groaned, pressing down on his stomach, trying to

quell the gnawing pain.

"If you'd really tried, would we be here now? Get back here and fix this, or you'll be the death of me

"Grandpa, 1-*

However, Trey had already hung up.

Walter let out a weary sigh. At least he would get a moment's peace. Still, he could not dodge the bullet forever Slumped in his chair, he looked as white as a ghost, all curled up-a sight that gave his assistant quite the scare

Watter Gordon, are you alright? Should call an ambulance? Walter's pallor and haggard look were a stark contrast to his usual dynamic presence

"No, everything here is nearly wrapped up. Get me on the first flight out tomorrow.

He could not predict what was to come, but he was certain of one thing Evasion would not fu a thing. His past dealings with Evangeline haunted him like a reflection in a mirror

He seemed to have tasted the flavor of being lost and despondent.