Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 27

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With Evangeline's back pressed against the wall, she tilted her head to meet Walter's eyes. The small space amplified his masculine scent, and she held her breath, her hands balled into fists.

Her face was a mask of cool professionalism, her long lashes casting shadows over her cheeks. "Just name your price."

Walter almost laughed. The warmth that had been building around him vanished in an instant. He scoffed, the muscles in his jaw working. "That's hardly how you ask for a favor, and money is the last thing I need." "Alright, then! Forget what I asked." Evangeline was done bowing to him.

She bit her lip and tried to push him away, but Walter pushed her back against the wall. His hand gripped her waist, holding her in a charged standstill. "Believe it or not, I could say one word and George would never lift a finger to help you, no matter what you do." "Walter! You're shameless!"

Evangeline tried to kick him, but he caught her leg and wrapped it around his waist. "If you don't want everyone to see our troubles, then by all means, continue!"

Her kick was full of unrestrained anger.

The closer they were, the angrier she felt. Her eyes took in the veins on his hand, his chiseled jaw, his Adam's apple, his collarbone, and the steely strength of his body.

"You know exactly who I am, Walter! Or have you forgotten?" He gripped her chin tightly, and a jolt of electricity from their contact raced through his spine and into every part of his body.

His gaze was intense, yet his words cut through the air with a biting coldness.

Evangeline stood tall, her neck arched defiantly, refusing to lower her head and lose her pride even in that humiliating stance.

A sneer played in her eyes. "So, what is it that you want?" she challenged.

"It would be a different story if Mrs. Walter Gordon of the prestigious Gordon family was pleading with me,

"he retorted.

Walter's tone suggested that if Evangeline pushed for a divorce, he would not lift a finger to help. However, the courage it took for her to even consider leaving that heartless man... Why did he insist on trapping her in a loveless hell?

you than ever. Why? Do you loathe me that much? What are you trying to do now?" Walter felt an inexplicable sting in

turning icy. "I want you to fully experience what it means to be the Seventh

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He would not make that easy for her, refusing to let her dictate the terms of their separation. He was bitter shout the past-her ultimatum, the way she had tom him from Julia, and the public humiliation on the

he let

one he had been promised to since they

to doubt, Walter's eyes swept over her. "When

come find me."

moment he finished, Evangeline was swiftly escorted away by her entourage of bodyguards, her departure so rapid it seemed to suck the warmth right out of the air. However,

embarrassment that scorched

those shameful tears

the little princess. Back in the South, at the Foster estate,

she steadied her breath

Are you ready?" He meant the divorce from

Uncle

on the

signal after the call, and Wade, her loyal and formidable

low profile, and she certainly did

her shadow, her silent protector. He stood ready behind her, all deference. "Ms. Evangeline, your

won't budge with a gentle push, then we'll have to force his hand. You have three days to bring him to me." Time was

He might have looked alright, but she knew he was just putting on a brave face

cursed herself for wasting the last three years on

the fiery spirit of the young

like a thunderbolt: her grandpa's health had taken a

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right-hand man, calling her to steer Foster Group through

furrowed, the