Unmasking the Heiress

Chapter 48

With no other choice, Roslyn laid it all out.

It turned out that Roslyn had recently shifted her obsession from anime to the adrenaline-pumping world of real-life racing, fixating on a racer named Jordan, who was also rumored to be a college student. However, Jordan was a tough cookie, too proud to race unless the competition was fierce.

However, Roslyn was not one to back down from a challenge. She knew her best friend Evangeline was a powerhouse behind the wheel. Thus, she spread the word. that the enigmatic racing goddess would be gracing Sunlit Heights with her presence and even sent a che Evangeline was in high spirits, so she let herself be swept up to the racetrack.

"Seriously, Jordan's a total babe, like a heartthrob straight out of a magazine," gushed Roslyn, her eyes practically sparkling.

Evangeline chuckled in response. "Okay, okay, keep it together-you're almost drooling. I'll join in. Might as well chill out a bit."All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Evangeline's love affair with racing began at 16, a bittersweet gift from her grandfather to help her cope with her grandmother's passing. The sports car became her

escape, her way to race the wind. She might not have had formal training, but her raw talent was undeniable, even among the pros.

"Evangeline, you're simply the best," said Roslyn with a warm smile, playfully swinging their linked arms back and forth.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a new message, complete with an image.

Evangeline's eyes narrowed at the sight of Julia's profile picture. What drama was she stirring up? She claimed she was on the brink of suicide, yet there she was, messaging with gusto.

With a flicker of annoyance, Evangeline tapped open the message, her arching involuntarily.

eyebrow

Predictably, Julia had sent a photo of herself and Walter in a tight embrace-one tear-streaked and pitiful, the other offering patient comfort.

The caption was dripping with sentiment. [Life can be tough, but with you by my side, I can face tomorrow with courage.]

She had even tagged Evangeline. [Don't worry too much, Sis. Your ex is taking great care of me.]

A frosty smirk played on Evangeline's lips. The photo's sneaky angle was a dead giveaway of its true intent.

Walter, the poor sap, had fallen right into the trap. Maybe he enjoyed playing the hero, leaving her to her own devices in the room. With a swipe, she deleted the message. Out of sight, out of mind.

Helmet on, her bright eyes were the only thing visible.

Tonight, the so-called Jordan that Roslyn had mentioned had indeed shown up at the racetrack, brimming with youthful bravado.

With half an hour to go before the race, Evangeline caught Jordan eyeing her and Roslyn.

"Which one of you is the queen of the racetrack?" Jordan called out.

Both women had striking figures, and it was easy to imagine the stunning faces hidden beneath their helmets.

Evangeline could not shake the feeling that she knew that voice.

Roslyn, uncharacteristically silent, said nothing. On the other hand, Evangeline grinned and replied, "Beat me on the track, and you can call me your goddess." The moment Evangeline's voice filled the air, Jordan's eyes widened in shock. Without missing a beat, he whipped out his phone and captured her image.

"Hey, kid, you're stepping on my right to privacy here," said Evangeline.

"Come on, it's just your eyes showing. I'm just keeping a memory," Jordan retorted, not the least bit ashamed.

A beep from Walter's phone cut through the next second.

Walter had just dodged Julia's clutches at the hospital and found his way home, only to discover Evangeline had vanished. Clueless about where to start looking, his phone lit up with a photo from Caden. [Caden: Check out this shadow. Doesn't it look just like Mrs. Walter Gordon? Even

sounds like her. Blew my mind.]