Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

As the motorcade vanished from sight, so did Evangeline, who was inside one of the cars.

The bodyguards arrived in a rush, exchanging bewildered glances at the scene.

David's health was on the line, no time for delays, but the disappearance of the Fosters' darling princess was a dire matter!

Back at the Foster Group headquarters...

Yale had wrapped up a meeting and was deep in strategy talk with Hank when his phone rang with alarming news from the bodyguards. "Evangeline's gone missing?" he blurted.

Hank went white as a sheet. "Mr. Yale Foster, what are you saying? Is Evie in trouble?"

Hank had been meaning to catch up with Evangeline, but with the business buzzing and her pregnancy, their paths had barely crossed.

Hearing the news about her out of the blue... She had gone missing?

"Got it, I'm on it!" Yale managed to keep his composure on the outside, but inside, he was fuming, his hand clutching the phone shaking ever so slightly.

True to form, as soon as he ended the call, he could not hold back a thunderous yell, "Can't even keep tabs on one girl, what a bunch of losers!"

all, Yale of the Foster family was known for

that, it was

around if Evie is in trouble. What can I do to

Hank's question, and he fought to keep his rage in check as he faced Hank. "Evie is in a bind, and I can't focus on the company right now. I'm leaving it all in your hands..." He gave Hank a reassuring pat on the shoulder and

hub, the dashcam footage played on loop, showing

angle that kept the license plate

scouring the city for the same make and model, vetting

was obvious that the villains targeting Evangeline were dead set on a twisted

sw now

the time they pinpointed the suspicious van, it was too late. The van had already gone up in flames at the cliff's edge, leaving behind nothing but a heap of

the team arrived.

Yale Foster, what do we do now?" The bodyguard's brow was furrowed in concern. They

the charred remains

vehicle, the black van

right after snatching Evangeline, only to self-destruet here, reducing every last clueto

clear someone had orchestrated