Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 30

Evangeline said no more, grabbed her bag, and left with a defiant swagger.

Walter never saw it coming. Evangeline's abrupt departure left him staring at her retreating figure, his gaze heavy with unspoken thoughts. His brows knitted together, and a tightness in his chest grew until he could not stand it anymore.

He irritatedly yanked at his tie and threw it aside with a forceful snap.

Deep into the night, Walter was the last man working. His desk lamp was the lone island of light in an otherwise deserted building.

Even

Evangeline, with all her reservations about him, could not deny Walter's prowess in business. Clinical and detached he might be, but his work was flawless, his talent exceptional. It was his vision and drive that had built Strata King Group from the ground up, steering it to p eye.

"Still burning the midnight oil, Mr. Walter Gordon?" Evangeline's voice broke the silence as she stepped in, slipping off her coat.

The coat revealed a form-fitting black dress that hugged her figure, accentuating every curve. Her makeup was impeccable, her collarbone a delicate contrast to her porcelain skin, her lips a vibrant red that promised mischief.

She was the kind of woman who left a lasting impression on every man who looked at her.

usually so composed, found his gaze lingering on her longer than necessary. It was only on the brink

Rearden, dressed to kill-are you finally ready to start a family

me?"

lips and a walk that could only be called a siren's call, Evangeline closed the distance and shut his laptop with a

we had a chat, don't you think, Mr.

was a murmur, dripping with charm, making her far more bewitching than the demure

the evening," Walter replied with a

office.

private room at the office was spacious and cozy, doubling as a sanctuary

along, curious to see

nerves.

a swift move, Walter had her gently pinned

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mingling with the air as a stray lock of hair fell across his

her lips parting slightly, lashes fluttering in a silent siren's call. Her arms found their way around his neck, tender

with his tie, tugging him closer