Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

However, what could he do? The thought of Julia, the thought of his true love Evangeline trapped by that witch, sapped all his will to care about his appearance. Walter slowly lifted his hand, brushing his chin.

Overnight, his face had sprouted a rough stubble, making him look worn and nothing like the dashing Mr. Walter Gordon of the Gordon family.

Was Walter the kind of guy Julia would be happy with?

He was not sure, but just putting on a clean shirt to see Julia who made his skin prickle was pushing it for him.

Walter kept his calm and did not bother calling the police. After all, when he was part of the mighty Gordon family, he did not need the police to handle a lady.

Once he had set up the rescue team for Evangeline, Walter hit the road solo, heading to the spot they had picked out.

Warehouse 226, just outside the city, was like a blast from the past.

Taking over the company from Alex had not been a walk in the park. The old guard did not take kindly to change, and Alex's loyalists were always griping about their beloved second-in-command. Walter's solution for the rebels? A trip to warehouse 226 for a 'persuasion session'. Sure, it was rough, but it worked like a charm, and soon enough, they all fell in line.

However, as the company got its act together and profits soared, the troublemakers zipped their lips. Walter's visits to the warehouse dropped off until he just let the place go. That was when Julia saw her chance.

warehouse door. Inside, everything looked the same but felt different-more run-down than

back room, the very place where Julia had once been held

to swing the door open, a skinny figure stepped in

think it's a bit rude to barge

bright red dress that hugged her curves, her hair tossed up in a carefree knot. She was the picture of glowing

"And who's supposed to be

playful twirl, Julia pointed at herself, her

"Of course, right here."

could not

warehouse owned by Gordon Group, yet Julia was acting like she owned the

place called Rearden? Must've missed the memo," Walter quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Julia's smile faltered, but before she could retort, he added,

down to business?"

However, unlike the ones who did it for cash,

hand Hightly touched