Unmasking the Heiress

In the rundown bungalow of Newstead Zone...

The Foster family's bodyguard brigade stormed the yard. The folks guarding Minnie and Lydia were quickly overpowered, and the Fosters' top bodyguard marched right in and escorted the mother-daughter duo out.

Yale, the cool uncle, took over the whole Lydia and daughter investigation, leaving Evangeline with just one job: keep herself and the bun in the oven safe.

As she rode back to the villa, Evangeline stared out the window.

The trees zipped past in a blur, but she could not shake off the feeling. Was it anxiety or sadness weighing on her?

Lydia was in the net. Would she spill the beans about her mother's death?

What about Minnie? Would her true identity come to light?

Evangeline's mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions, leaving her restless and uneasy.

"Miss, you're looking a bit pale. Maybe you should take a break?" suggested the driver understandingly. Evangeline dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "No, let's just head home."

All she craved was to collapse into the plush comfort of her villa's king-sized bed and sleep away the turmoil.

Out of nowhere, a sleek silver Lamborghini cut into her view, accelerating before slowing down just enough to match her car's pace.

"Evie, is that really you?" Hank's face, lit with surprise, peered through his car window.

The sight of an old friend sparked a surge of energy in Evangeline. "Hank, what brings you here?"Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She glanced at the clock, it was three in the afternoon. Was Hank not supposed to be neck-deep in work at the office?

However, she quickly reminded herself that it was she who had asked Hank to come back and help run the company. Bringing up business then would be cold.

"Just the usual networking," Hank replied with a casual shrug. "However, I guess I'm lucky, running into you like this."

His smile prompted a similar one from Evangeline, and he signaled his driver to pull over. Catching up was long overdue.

Evangeline's spirits, previously dampened, lifted remarkably in Hank's presence. She wondered if her mood swings were a side effect of pregnancy hormones.

With that thought, she instructed her driver to stop, and she joined Hank at a nearby restaurant. They chose a cozy spot by the window, the restaurant's chic ambiance wrapping around them.

As they settled in, Hank's eyes briefly lingered on the gentle swell of Evangeline's abdomen, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his gaze.

"Evie, it feels like forever since we last hung out. How's everything going?"

"Hahaha!"

Evangeline cradled her belly and shuffled around until she was comfortably seated.

"I'm doing pretty well." Her face lit up with a grin. "Just been home, taking it easy and looking after the little one on the way. It's wild that we'd bump into each other like this." Taking it easy...

Hank's hand tightened into a fist without showing it, forcing a casual tone,

"So, have you and Walter patched things up?"

Everyone in Avalon City knew about Evangeline and Walter's rocky marriage.

Evangeline was not the type to cheat, so the baby had to be Walter's.

However, why?