Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter

66

Ms. Foster's captivating gaze narrowed at Walter's words, her tone icy. "Who did you think I was?"

He had burst in with erratic steps and an urgent voice, a far cry from his usual poise.

Ms. Foster felt a flutter of curiosity, waiting in silenc or his reply.

Walter, finally composed, eyed the woman before him with suspicion. Finding no giveaway, he answered with a chill, "It's nothing, just a case of mistaken identity..." Her hand clenched beneath the table.

A case of mistaken identity?

Fine, just fine!

She had expected nothing less than disdain from that man.

was alluring. Her eyes,

you take a good look before you bother someone. It's quite rude, don't you think?" Walter was momentarily lost for words, caught off-guard by her

I am?" he asked, a crease forming between

the inconsistency.

Mr. Walter

lived up to every story. She carried herself with an edge, a telltale sign of someone who had clawed her way through the cutthroat business world.

instead of pointing fingers when a deal slips through your fingers, you should take a hard look in the mirror. Even if I weren't in the picture, do you

in the Foster family's side, sniping a few minor

shooting daggers at Walter. It was

that, their bizarre rivalry began. Both were headstrong to the core, and neither would

up to leave. Pausing, she shot Walter one last scorching

a frown creasing his forehe. She reminded him so

resemblance was uncanny, right down to the dress they both wore on the same day. What

radiant eyes lingered, and Walter felt a tug

could not deny it-he was captivated

made it to the scene. He had just learned that his boss