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.

the game of life, tricks and bluffs were part of the playbook, and he realized he had

his opponent, letting Walter sneak

he had to gamble away

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happiness, though?

just was not

not realize was that his shifty eyes had spilled the

chimed in at the perfect moment "Look, I may not be the poster child for respect, but duking it out with an uncle? Once is enough for me. I'm not about to throw

figured he had already put Holden in his place with one slick move, and the rest of

seemed he had played down just how fiercely the Fosters

in his own rage, could not hold back any longer. He

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

hands into fists, ready to rumble. "Walter, you and me,

"Bring it on!"

traded blows, but it all came to a crashing