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.

barely above a whisper, "You mean, Cole's Foster Group? The gambling

"What, you got any other Foster in mind?" He

Yessica had been sheltered too much by her family. They had kept her so safe and 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

Yessica's just a regular girl, she told 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

her and Evangeline, they would not let him off easy. The mere

shivers down his spine.

them just because you share 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

high society. You're not even worthy of being the Fosters' doormat!" Lydia added, her voice dripping with

joke. The local yokels they usually sneered at had, out of nowhere, turned