Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

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Yale knew better than to push it. He backed off a bit, and the others gave them room, clearing a space for the showdown. In the wide-open office, Walter and Holden faced off, each ready to rumble. Walter eyed Holden's amateurish fighting stance and decided to throw him a warning. "Heads up, Uncle, I'm coming in."

Holden sneered at Walter, full of himself, "Bring it on. Scared? Not a chance. For Evie's sake, I'm all in!"

Before he could finish his tough talk, a blur zipped toward him. Next thing he knew, his shoulder was throbbing, "Ah!" Holden yelped. By the time he snapped out of it, Walter had his arms twisted behind him. Walter's voice was low in his ear, "You're done, Uncle." He let go of Holden's

arms.

"Cheap shot!" Holden was fuming, rolling up his sleeves, "I'm not buying it. Let's go again. If I lose, then I'll give you props!" He was ready to dive back in, but Walter just shook his head. "We said one-on-one, one shot only. You're not going to chicken out, are you?"

That hit Holden hard.

Holden was right in the middle of the family pecking order, with older siblings to look up to and younger ones to watch over. He was a sweetheart who could not help but ramble on, so when he slacked off at times, everyone cut him some slack and did not make a big deal out of it.

"When have I ever chickened out?" Holden's bluster had fizzled out quite a bit.

part of the playbook, and he realized he had been outplayed by

underestimated his opponent, letting Walter sneak through his defenses with

slip-up mean he had to gamble away

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happiness, though?

was

shifty eyes had

the poster child for respect, but duking it out with an uncle? Once is enough for me. I'm not about to throw down with you. But hey, if any other men are itching

and the rest of the Foster clan would be wise enough

just how fiercely

words hit the air, Aemon, who had been stewing in his own rage, could not

you to hit the gym, but did you listen? Now you see you're not cut out for

finger, then balled his hands into fists, ready to

"Bring it on!"

blows, but it all came to