Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 71

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Walter was fuming. "What was she thinking, running off like that? Said she was visiting my mother, but I bet she was out with some guy. Does she want a baby that bad, to the point where any man will do?"

His last shred of sanity was gone, and all he could think about was tracking down Evangeline.

Over at Crystal Waters House, in a hotel room upstairs, Evangeline lounged back, one leg crossed over the other, eyeing the group of half-naked men before her. "Put some muscle into it!" she snapped. "What, did you skip breakfast or something?" The men, clad only in underwear, knelt on the floor, their faces a mix of fear and anger. With each command from her, they slapped themselves harder, chanting, "I am not human!" It was a small comfort to Evangeline to see them like that. They were Aria's lackeys, sent to strip her and snap some scandalous photos.

Evangeline had to laugh internally. As if such a cheap trick could take her down!

She already spat out the drugged coffee and then dealt with those goons without breaking a sweat. After all, she was not just any fighter; she was a black-market mixed martial arts champ. Those guys had no idea who they were messing with. Suddenly, a commotion outside caught her attention-rapid, chaotic footsteps. She knew it had to be Walter, coming for her after getting the tip-off. A smirk played on her lips.

Oh, the real fun was about to start.

The muscle-bound men stood there, eyes bulging, as the woman who had just taken them all down without breaking a sweat tousled her hair, her face then painted with a vulnerability that did not match her earlier display of strength. They were all dazed, still trying to piece together what had just happened.

Suddenly, the door flew off its hinges with a solid kick.

Walter had braced himself for an erotic tableau, but he had not bargained for a crowd.

A hush fell over the room. It was awkward.

Dead silence.

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the appetite, huh, Evangeline? Mixing it up with

heads and waving their hands,

insult. Her eyes went wide, the edges quickly reddening, and tears eamed

they were on sale.

kind of monster are

me, drug me, and throw men into my bed. Now you're pinning this on me?! If I

and she could not

like a hammer, as if someone was literally squeezing his

said softly, a tenderness in his voice he had never used with

stormed over and delivered a stinging

'That felt good!'

victorious thought to herself, maintaining

want to have kids with me, you don't have

Walter was slow to react. By the time he snapped back to reality, she was already storming away, running as if desperate to get away from

a pang of urgency and quickly instructed his men, "Keep an

forehead, trying to piece

mess.

on the group of tough guys, his eyes

of his intimidating

their heads down, too scared to look Walter in the eye, uncertain of

icy,

frantically, "It was...

that name, Walter's heart

was