Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 11

Inside the study at that very moment....

Evangeline sat on the leather sofa, massaging Trey's shoulders with a sense of remorse. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. It's a New Year, and I'm still causing you worry."

Trey gently patted Evangeline's hand, his expression tender and assuring. "I'm well aware of the situation between you and Walter. You weren't too upset when you came up, were you? This boy has been the one to wrong you over the years, and even your mother-in- law has been deceived. But rest assured, Julia won't get into the Gordon family. Not on my watch. To me, you'll always be Mrs. Walter Gordon."

The soft light of early spring sneaked through the window, bathing her fair and lovely skin, making it glow like fine porcelain.

Just as she was about to object, Trey continued, "Evie, I've decided to transfer forty percent of the company's shares to you. How does that sound? I had set it aside for you and Walter's little family, but since he's been such a disappointment, I'm putting it all in your name. way, he won't dare mistreat you again, much less think about divorce." Trey knew better than anyone Evangeline's true standing within the Gordon family.

There was a time when she shone with life, unapologetically bold, fearless of anything and everything, the darling of the Foster family, adored by all. However, in the Gordon household, she turned into a shadow of herself, quiet and submissive, all to win Walter's favor. Trey could not stomach the way she was treated in the Gordon family.

Evangeline knew she had not misunderstood.

Walter had told her to leave with nothing, but Trey? He entrusted her with all his shares. What a massive display of trust.

Did he not worry she would just take the money and run, leaving Walter and everything else in shambles?

Evangeline did not want Walter's pity or the guilt-driven handouts from his grandfather. She wanted Walter's fortune, his Strata King Group's wealth. Walter was the one who owed her, not his grandfather.

She was about to voice her decline when someone interrupted her.

"No." A frigid, deep voice cut through the silence as the door swung open, ushering in a wave of frostiness. Walter stood there, tall and foreboding, his face a stormy shadow.

His words were icy, each cutting deep, "The old guard of the board would never let the Gordon family's legacy fall into the hands of an outsider."

Walter's piercing gaze fixed on Evangeline, his words sharp as needles, "Thought you couldn't squeeze a dime out of me? So you went after Grandpa?"

willingness to come

the thought, she braced herself

a laugh. After years of toiling for the Gordon family, being the perfect wife, she was still seen as an outsider

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Trey slammed his cup down, sending coffee

your lawfully wedded wife. How can you say such things?

about the inheritance. If you don't give me a grandson with Evie, I'm giving it all to her. You're too busy enjoying yourself, ignoring the family's needs and scorning

sweet victory for Evangeline. If she took over as the Gordon family's heir, she would be the one calling the shots. Walter

would he save his dignity? What would become of Julia's

thought made her chuckle. The inheritance did not seem like such a

a time, their grandfathers had dreamed of a grand union through their marriage, combining their fortunes to forge an even stronger legacy. Alas, it seemed

her reluctance, cut straight to the chase. "Evie, you have to take it. I'll have the lawyer come by in a few days to finalize

last thing she wanted was for the elderly man

less about

things simple. After she divorced Walter, she could leave the Gordons for good and get back to her own

so, she could not deny the guilty pleasure of watching Walter's crestfallen face. The

her eyes. "Fine, if Grandpa insists on giving, I

a word, but the air around him felt heavy with unspoken threats. Evangeline, unfazed, stood with her arms folded and an eyebrow

in

icy, ensnaring.

buzzed with

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maternal grandpa, Cole. She had been giving Trey a shoulder rub earlier, and her phone! on the desk, within

ID. "Evie, pick up. Your old man's making his rounds," he said