Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 86

James watched as Evangeline dropped the pretense and decided heuld do the same "Alright, I'll lay it out for you. The name's Foster, as in from the northern Foster Group empire. Evangeline is my niece. "Keep stirring the pot, and I won't hesitate to have you slaving away at a sewing machine for the next few decades. And if you fancy a more special kind of hardship, say, missing a limb or two? I'm your guy His tone was steady, a stark contrast to Evangeline's fiery demeanor, but the threat in his words was crystal clear. He might play the part of a gentleman, but make no mistake-there was not a single delicate flower among the gambling king's kin. They played nice with him, he would play nice with them. The Foster family did not take kindly to enemies that crossed them, crossed him. The only ones still standing were the Gordons, and that was saying something

Even the most sheltered of folks knew better than to mess with the Gordons of the South or the Fosters

of the North-untouchable titans, both of them.

However, Evangeline, a Foster? That was news.

Andrew was floored. His wife, Yessica, was a Foster? She was just a sweet, gullible college girl when they met. No hint of a powerhouse lineage.

above a whisper, "You mean, Cole's Foster

you got any other Foster in mind?" He could

sound that she never learned to watch out for the darker sides of people. The Fosters were a family of many sons, and Yessica, their only daughter, was the a They pampered her and shielded her from any scrapes and bruises of the world. That was exactly why she did not see it

me herself," Andrew muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. The thought that Yessica might actually be a Foster was too much for him. If the Fosters found

would not let him

shivers down his spine.

their last name. Aren't you scared they'll come after you?" Julia sneered from the sidelines. "Absolutely, it's like you're living in a fantasy. You, your mom, and your granddad-how could a bunch of

at yourselves-dripping with that down-home vibe and dreaming of high society. You're not

The local yokels they usually sneered at had, out of nowhere, turned into high-and-mighty