Unmasking the Heiress

Chapter 51

Walter shrugged her off, his fury unfurling like a stormy night, enveloping everything in its path.

His piercing look swept over Caden, who nearly collapsed, before he said, "Hey, aren't you supposed to be the queen of the track? What are you doing here? Where's the real deal?" Clearly, that was not the same queen of the track from earlier. The real one had bolted.

The girl turned ghostly pale, her voice quivering, "I... I have no clue..."

"Don't blame me, Walter. Mrs. Walter Gordon probably panicked and took off," Caden quickly interjected.

"Big deal!" Walter snapped, smacking the gloves against Caden's face, and marched off with purpose.

""Hey! Walter, where to?"

Caden sure did not want Walter making a scene in his haste. He feared Walter's wrath, a fallout he was not ready to face.

Evangeline had sped down the mountain in Roslyn's car, a smirk on her face after duping Walter. The only downside was missing the chance to see him make a naked dash for it. However, as she reached the bottom of the mountain, her phone buzzed with an unexpected call from her father, Andrew.

Ever since her mother passed away, Andrew had become nothing more than at stranger wearing the mask of a father, and a loathsome one at that. Strangers, at least, did not try to guilt-trip her.

The chill between them could freeze fire, and it had been a cold six months since their last conversation, which ended with him berating her for not providing an heir to the Gordon legacy.

"Evangeline, as an older sister, you've gone too far. Embarrassing your sister at the charity event was bad enough, but

to steal Walter from her, almost leading to her disgrace? I demand you go to the hospital tonight and apologize to your sister!" Andrew's voice was a thunderstorm of anger, and it felt like he was inches away from reaching through the phone to deliver a slapContent © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Evangeline, long numbed by her father's harshness, pulled over. "Keep dreaming," she retorted. "I'm hanging up now"

"You disrespectful brat, who let you speak to me that way?! Listen to me, Evangeline, you will go to the hospital and apologize today, or you'll learn what family discipline really means!"

A bitter laugh escaped her as she recalled being unjustly punished as a child, accused of theft by Julia and beaten without a shred of doubt by Andrew. "Family discipline? I stopped being a Rearden the day I realized I didn't need you. But sure, I'll go to the hospital- just don't regret it later.

The night had been full of surprises, and it seemed there was more drama to witness. She might as well grab a front-row seat to the show.

Julia had thrown down the gauntlet, and if Evangeline did not respond, it would be like admitting defeat.

She was not about to let Julia's insults slide without a comeback.

"Roslyn, I'll drop you off first, then I need to swing by the hospital."

"Seriously, what time is it? Can't the Rearden family let anyone get some sleep?" Roslyn grumbled, clearly peeved.

"Don't sweat it. If they're messing with my sleep, I'll give them something to really cry about," said Evangeline with a smirk. Roslyn glanced back. "Well, let's get moving before they come after us to cover their tracks!"

Just as she said that, Walter's barrage of calls hit like a storm.

Evangeline hushed Roslyn with a finger to her lips.

"Mr. Walter Gordon, what's up?" Evangeline answered the phone, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she feigned grogginess. The voice on the other end was icy and deep, as if it blew in from the depths of hell, sending a shiver down her spine. "Where are you right now?"