Unmasking the Heiress

James watched as Evangeline dropped the pretense and decided heuld do the same "Alright, I'll lay it out for you. The name's Foster, as in from the northern Foster Group empire. Evangeline is my niece. "Keep stirring the pot, and I won't hesitate to have you slaving away at a sewing machine for the next few decades. And if you fancy a more special kind of hardship, say, missing a limb or two? I'm your guy His tone was steady, a stark contrast to Evangeline's fiery demeanor, but the threat in his words was crystal clear. He might play the part of a gentleman, but make no mistake-there was not a single delicate flower among the gambling king's kin. They played nice with him, he would play nice with them. The Foster family did not take kindly to enemies that crossed them, crossed him. The only ones still standing were the Gordons, and that was saying something

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of the North-untouchable titans, both of them.

However, Evangeline, a Foster? That was news.

Andrew was floored. His wife, Yessica, was a Foster? She was just a sweet, gullible college girl when they met. No hint of a powerhouse lineage.

He gaped at James, his voice barely above a whisper, "You mean, Cole's Foster Group? The gambling king?"

James gave him a withering look. "What, you got any other Foster in mind?" He could not help but wonder how his sister ever fell for such a loser.

Looking back, it was clear that Yessica had been sheltered too much by her family. They had kept her so safe and sound that she never learned to watch out for the darker sides of people. The Fosters were a family of many sons, and Yessica, their only daughter, was the a They pampered her and shielded her from any scrapes and bruises of the world. That was exactly why she did not see it coming when Andrew swept her off her feet with his charming lies.

"No way. Yessica's just a regular girl, she told me herself," Andrew muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. The thought that Yessica might actually be a Foster was too much for him. If the Fosters found out

what he had done to her and Evangeline, they would not let him off easy. The mere thought sent

shivers down his spine.

"Ha! You must be dreaming, Evangeline! You think you can rub shoulders with the Fosters? And James, don't kid yourself into thinking you're one of them just because you share their last name. Aren't you scared they'll come after you?" Julia sneered from the sidelines. "Absolutely, it's like you're living in a fantasy. You, your mom, and your granddad-how could a bunch of hicks like you ever be part of the elite northern Foster Group? It's laughable.

"Take a good, hard look at yourselves-dripping with that down-home vibe and dreaming of high society. You're not even worthy of being the Fosters' doormat!" Lydia added, her voice dripping with scom.

To them, it was the punchline of a bad joke. The local yokels they usually sneered at had, out of nowhere, turned into high-and-mighty hotshots. It was like a scene ripped straight from a soap opera. Chapter 86

Evangeline chuckled. "I just got a kick out of that deer-in-the-headlights look you all have. But hey, I'm feeling generous today. You've treated me to quite the spectacle, so I guess it's only fair I return the favor. She whipped out her cell and dialed up her grandfather's right-hand man, Asher, and switched to speakerphone.

"Miss, what can I do for you?" Asher's voice crackled through, a mix of surprise and urgency cutting his meeting short to answer Evangeline's call.