Unmasking the Heiress

"Understood!"

Amid Walter's frantic preparations to dash downstairs and drive after Evangeline, his phone rang.

His subordinate's voice came through, trying to sound light despite the bad news, Sir, we've lost track of Mrs. Walter Gordon...

Walter's fists tightened, fury bubbling up inside him. "A bunch of useless fools!"

Evangeline was in a fragile state, emotionally shattered. Without someone by her side, who knew what might happen? He could not bear to think about it.

As he wrestled with his worries, a call came in from his mother, Aria.

"Walter, you wouldn't believe the racy photo your wife sent today." Aria clucked disapprovingly. "A woman like that, so flighty and flirtatious, just doesn't belong in the Gordon family. You need to kick her out, and fast." Aria was smug, waiting for Walter's agreement. Instead, a frosty voice came through the phone.

"Mom, cut the act. I know you're behind all this."

Aria's heart skipped a beat. Walter's voice had never been so icy. "Walter... What are you saying? I don't quite follow."

With Evangeline missing and their relationship strained by misunderstandings, Walter was at his wit's end and had no patience for his mother's games.

"Listen, Mom, if you interfere with our lives again, don't be surprised if I turn my back

I on you. Go ahead, test me. See what happens when you push me too far!"

With those final words, Walter hung up, leaving no room for Aria to retort.

Staring at the silent phone, Aria's hand went to her chest. She knew her son well enough that he was a man of action, not just words.

Could he really cut ties with her over Evangeline? The thought alone made her shudder, and she quickly pushed it away.

Meanwhile, Walter had mobilized every resource at his disposal, determined to find. Evangeline. He would turn the world upside down if he had to, but he would bring her

back.

Walter was well aware that he had messed up this time, and the last thing he wanted was for Evangeline to take the fall for his blunder. As he stewed in his frustration, a message popped up out of the blue. [Mystic Opal Hill's Racing Queen Makes a Comeback!]

He had really dropped the ball with Evangeline this time. Given her fiery spirit, she could be anywhere, raising hell for all he knew.

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However, he had to own up to his mistake and track her down to set things straight. He could not let Evangeline just vanish whenever she felt like it.

The capital was maze, and he did not even know where to start his search. To

his calls.

make matters worse, Roslyn gave him the cold shoulder and did not answe very

Walter drove on, lost in thought, and somehow ended up at Mystic Opal Hill, the very heart of the racing goddess's showdown.

As race cars screamed past, he was struck by a sense of destiny. It was as if some unseen force had led him there, to Evangeline.

He pulled up at the race site and got out, instantly becoming the center of attention. The crowd was used to rich kids

in racing gear, but Walter, in his sharp suit, was a sight they had not seen before. His dashing looks sent a wave of screams through the girls, and even a few guys could not help but whistle.

Ignoring the gawking crowd, Walter was approached by a girl who was all bold in fashion and attitude. Her dreadlocks were woven with rainbow ribbons, and her nose ring complemented her sassy, yet stunning, look. She flashed a marker at him and tugged at her top. "Hey, handsome, how about you give me your digits?" she asked, her tattooed. shoulder on full display.

The crowd at that spot was always young and lively, with a flair for the dramatic. They wore their hearts on their sleeves, were quick to fall in love or out, and did not shy away from flirting with a total stranger.

Walter paused for a second before jotting down Caden's number.

He could not keep this gem to himself. Caden would be thanking him big time later.

"I'm Lisa, and I'll be in touch tonight." With a playful wink and a blown kiss, she set

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"Hey Lisa, is the 'Racing Goddess' showing up at Mystic Opal Hill tonight?" asked Walter, scribbling away.

"Why, don't I measure up to goddess status?" she flirted, eyeing Walter. However, even as he met her gaze, his eyes were free of any ulterior motive.

Lisa caught on quickly. "Seems like most guys are here for her. Didn't peg you as one of them. She's in the middle of a race, should be down in a few." "Thanks." Walter's chivalry earned him a smile.

"Such a waste of a fine-looking guy. If the goddess gives you the cold shoulder, come find me," she teased.

The thunder of engines rolled in, pulling all eyes from Walter to the track.

"Talk about making an entrance, the Motorcycle Goddess clocks in at fifteen minutes, thirty seconds! First place, smashing the last pro's record by a whole chunk! Cheers erupted as the crowd surged forward.

Stepping off her bike, a woman in sleek black leather stole the show. Her outfit hugged her curves and long legs. Just like that, she had everyone's attention.

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