Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 40

"Let Strata King Group have their moment with that tempting opportunity. Once we've got our stock prices back on track, we'll be back in the game stronger than ever," Evangeline mused, her fingers gently tracing the contours of the ring her grandfather had cherished for s "However, you know the saying that goes, 'Gordon rules the north, Foster owns the

south. Strata King may be the brainchild of Walter Gordon, but it's the Gordon family that's pulling the strings. They've outpaced the original Gordon Group and now sit at the top of Halcyonia's corporate ladder.

"If we challenge Strata King, we're challenging the Gordons head-

on. And despite the old bonds between our families, in business, there's no room for stepping aside. If we abandon the northern markets for charity work in the northwest, what will that say about the Foster name?" someone said.

"Who's saying I'm ducking Strata King Group? That's the biggest laugh I've had all day!" In that instant, Evangeline's dormant competitive edge roared to life.

Her gaze was fierce as she swept it over the crowd. "The northern market? Consider it claimed by Foster Group."

She understood her grandfather's determination to expand north-it was all for her sake.

With the Foster family's roots deep in the southern soil, and her own marriage taking her far from home, her grandfather had feared she would be left without a safety net. That was why he had pushed northward.

tomorrow, I'll make Walter

every bit

you on the battlefield of business, Evangeline vowed silently, with

shiver ran through the room,

She was every!

Foster heiress-fierce and unflinching. Not even Walter,

his own

and he's out of the woods. If anyone's thinking of jumping ship, now's

chairman reclaims his seat. And he's not like me-he doesn't have a soft spot like a woman might. Betray Foster Group now, and you might just disappear without a trace," Evangeline declared with icy clarity. The room

further objections were

heiress could command the room with

out after a marathon of meetings, sinking into her office chair. like a deflated balloon. Yet, the documents kept coming, and she powered through

let a single slip-up ruin the day's hard-won progress,

and said, "About setting up the charity medical project, the planning team thinks we should get a star to plug it, really crank

platforms. However, we've got to snag someone with star power and a squeaky-clean