Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 412

Evangeline was clear when she laid down the plan: She wanted to keep this private from the Foster family.

She had a baby on board, and if her overprotective uncles caught wind she was still fretting over Lydia they would probably storm the villa to make sure she was playing it safe and baby-focused. It was best to keep things on the down-low for smooth sailing Unbeknownst to each other, Evangeline and Walter's crews ended up loitering around Sunny Glow Beauty Salon. Little did they know, a shadowy figure in black had just slipped away as they arrived

Inside, Minnie was living the dream, pampered by the salon's top professional with some fancy skin treatment. Breaking free from Walter's grip allowed her to relax. Stepping out of the office earlier, she felt like she had just uncaged her spirit.

However, her bliss was on borrowed time. As she was about to nod off, her phone blasted a ringtone. Not wanting to mess up the pamper session, she had the salon guy fetch her earbuds and popped them in." Hello, this is Minnie." She was too groggy to open her eyes, hitting the answer call button on her earbuds like it was muscle memory, and went with the usual phone spiel.

Then, a gravelly voice crackled through. It was distorted, but oh-so-familiar to Minnie. "Hey, busybody, what's up? You're actually ringing me for once?" She remembered the times she would be the one calling. and they would act like she was the last person they wanted to hear from

"Has the sun started rising in the west or something?"

Before she took on the name Minnie, she was known for her beauty, gentleness, obedience, and smarts

a new layer to her persona. She was finally seen as both

had poured all of herself into the person on the other end

I do know one thing. Minnie-your streak of sunny days

man's voice was rough, and even though he tried, he could not mask the threat in

heart skipped a beat, guilt washing

and Walter's playful romp

for ages. It's just a house stay, why the

"I'm not one to sweat the small stuff. If I was cool with you using the house, I'm not going to fuss

clear, though: Your trouble isn't

"Then what's it about?"

golden days. Spending every day with Walter, wrapped up in his commanding presence. The thought of being apart from him for even a moment was unbearable, especially for someone who had been

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up at the beauty salon. They're new faces,