Unmasking the Heiress

Julia was a whirlwind of humiliation and fury, her eyes bloodshot. She was the beloved Rearden heiress, the entertainment world's violin prodigy, and Walter's untouchable angel. She could not possibly degrade herself by engaging with such a coarse woman from the sticks.

She must not lose her composure in front of Walter.

With a pitiful gaze, she tumed to him, "I'm so sorry, Walt. I shouldn't have come today."

At least she knew Walter was on her side. She would let Evangeline carry on with her vulgarity. After all, Walter despised that sort of woman above all else.

With that thought, she let go of any pettiness toward Evangeline and grabbed her own 30000-dollar sparkly designer bag. She could not help but sneak a peek at Evangeline's purse.

Evangeline's accessory was supposedly a 75000-dollar exclusive, a one-of-a-kind in all of Avalon City, rumored to be snapped up by some secret high-roller family.

However, Evangeline's was obviously a knockoff. Pure vanity and tastelessness in one package. "I won't keep you, Walt," she said breezily. "I've got to hit the studio for my first album this afternoon." Walter lounged in his chair, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Evangeline. At Julia's announcement, he just nodded.

Brushing past Evangeline, Julia could not resist a dig, "You know, if you're into exclusive bags, I'll send over one from our collection later. However, that fake..."

She hesitated, "You really shouldn't carry it. Even if you and Walter are on the outs, you're still the Seventh Young Madam of the Gordons. You don't want to embarrass him, do you?"

Without waiting for a reply, she strutted out, bag in tow, and shut the door with a click. Evangeline simply arched an eyebrow.

They could talk about her fake bag however much they wanted; she was above such trivial chatter.

"Now that the nuisance is gone, let's get down to business," said Evangeline, crossing her legs and settling into the chair across from Walter.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She strutted in, her long black coat open to flaunt the sultry mermaid dress beneath, its silhouette tracing her figure in a dance of curves.

She exuded an allure she never had as Mrs. Walter Gordon.

Walter's gaze was as deep and dark as the ocean. "First time in my office, isn't it?" he remarked.

"Let's hear it-the price. I need you to connect me with Dr. George," said Evangeline, getting right to the point.

Walter, composed as ever, drummed his fingers on the desk. "You know what I want."

Evangeline inhaled sharply. "Anything but divorce. Name it."

He pondered briefly. "There's always another way, nothing's set in stone."

Hope sparked in Evangeline's eyes. However, his next words had her seething.

"The grandfathers are itching for a grandson. Get pregnant, and I'll call Dr. George."

Evangeline slammed the table, fuming. "You're despicable, Walter!"

The thought was ludicrous-they were on the brink of divorce. How could she bear his child? By the time she would, her grandfather would likely be gone. "Take it or leave it," said Walter dismissively, ushering her out.

Evangeline's anger bubbled as Walter calmly took a call about buying out Foster Group, right in front of. her. She clenched her fists.

'Just wait, Walter. You'll regret this,' swore Evangeline.