Unmasking the Heiress

Chapter 65 Chapter

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Walter had just wrapped up some work when Caden called him to hang out'. Walter had been feeling on edge lately, so he agreed to meet at the swanky Golden Grand Hotel.

Caden was buzzing in their get-together, while Walter loo! d like he could use a week's sleep.

"You're looking pretty chipper. Hit the jackpot recently?" Walter asked, noticing. Caden's gusto, a far cry from his usual nitpicking self. Back in the day, Caden would make the chef check the temperature of his egg custard, not too hot, not too cold.

"Man, I joined this college student-run amateur racing team. It's like a scene straight out of a movie, all these gorgeous gals around. Makes me feel like I'm back in the college groove, all pumped up," said Caden with a grin.

'Come on, you know that's risky business. Your folks would flip if they knew," said Walter, trying to talk some sense into him.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"Hey, keep it on the down-low, will you? You're the only one in the loop. I'm planning to ride this wave a little longer." Caden winked.

"What's up with you? Not into the whole marriage and kids scene? I heard your mom is going nuts trying to set you up with all these high-class ladies, and you're not even giving them a glance."

Walter and Caden were tight, but Caden was known for playing the field. Despite being 26, he had not settled down, and he was even vocal about not wanting kids. Meanwhile, Walter was the golden boy, so much so that Caden's mother had grilled him a few times, half- joking if they were more than just friends.

The kicker was that if Caden turned out to be gay and Walter was his guy, the family would roll with it, but only if a grandkid, a boy, was in the picture.

Because of some wild gossip, Caden and Walter found themselves in the hot seat, called aside by their teacher for a heart-to-heart.

"What's the big deal? The girls they keep pointing out are all like Julia-so uptight that raising their voices seems like a life-or-death situation. None of them hold a candle to Evie-Baby!"

Walter shot Caden a warning glance when he mentioned Evangeline. "Cut it out with the 'Evie-Baby' stuff, and don't even think about making a move on her."

"Man, I was just talking. But seriously, with everything that's going down, are you still

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happy being married?" asked Caden, his tone shifting down, are you still

Walter paused, his mind racing through memories, before he downed his drink in one go, the bitterness mingling with a heady rush.

"I'm not sure. I haven't exactly been husband of the year," admitted Walter, aware of his past failings and at a loss for how to fix things with Evangeline. At that moment, his mother Aria buzzed his phone

"Walter, I've been saying you should dump her. Look at the mess she's gotten into behind your back."

She had sent him a bunch of photos on WhatsApp-shots of Evangeline laughing it up with some guy, their backs turned, at Golden Grand Hotel.

"When were these taken?" asked Walter, sitting bolt upright. He recognized the white dress Evangeline had on earlier that day in the photos.

"Just now, from the private detective I hired. Good thing I had her watched, or who knows what else she'd be up to? She's not even officially your ex yet, and she's already acting desperate. A woman like that's nothing but trouble!" Aria ran on without pause. Aria's words became a distant murmur as Walter stood and used the photo to pinpoint Evangeline's whereabouts.

He inquired with a server and made his way to the 306 Newhaven Suite, but a bodyguard blocked his path.

"Ms. Foster is in a meeting. If you need to speak with her, you're welcome to wait here or give her a call." "Ms. Foster? The one from Foster Group?"

The guard gave a dismissive chuckle. "Who else? Only a Foster could afford to take over a whole floor of Golden Grand Hotel."

Walter's gaze fixed on the woman with the cascading hair, sitting across from a dapper heir apparent. He charged forward. "Evangeline, what are you up to?"

The woman faced him, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

She had the look of a classic beauty-almond eyes, a soft nose, and plump lips-all warmth and allure. However, she was nothing like Evangeline. They shared the same silhouette and luxurious hair, but it was clear they were not the same person. Evangeline's eyes had a natural lift, her nose was regal, and her gaze was piercing, sizing up everyone like she was ready for a challenge.

Ms. Foster, though her demeanor was gentle, had an aura that commanded the room, a far cry from the Evangeline he thought he knew. "Who are you looking for?" she asked, her head tilting ever so slightly toward Walter, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Walter, realizing his mistake, paused for a few seconds. "I apologize, Ms. Foster, you bear a striking resemblance to someone I know."