All Chapters of Unmasking the Heiress: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

The thought of winning Walter over made Minnie's eyes twinkle with excitement. She was so eager she could hardly think about dinner, she just wanted to whisk Walter away and get down to business!"An absolutely quiet house..." The thoughtful murmur on the other end filled Minnie with hope.Then…"You're after my villa! That place is special, it's not meant for your little schemes."Minnie felt like she had been caught, but she was not ready to give up. She softened her voice and pleaded, "But even if it's special, is it more special than your most treasured possession—me? Plus, your villa's just sitting there empty. I'll only be there for a short while. If you're that worried, I promise I won't touch the master bedroom, deal?"Even though they were only connected by a phone call, Minnie stretched out three fingers to the sky, as if taking a solemn oath, to show just how honest she was being.Of course, Minnie thought differently. Once she got inside the house, she would be the on

That was when the villa's key came into the picture.However, Minnie kept her dreams to herself.She had always wished to stand with her dear Walter as the sun dipped low, taking in the gorgeous view side by side.She gazed at the scene unfolding before her, and no words were needed. Her wish had already come to life."This is quite the spot," Walter commented, though his heart was not in it. His mind was busy piecing together the clues hidden in Minnie's casual chatter.Minnie was not a permanent fixture in that place.Nonetheless, her infatuation with the view there, paired with her absence, hinted that the villa belonged to someone else."Let's head in," Minnie suggested, eager to get on with the evening's significant affairs rather than linger in the twilight.Inside, the villa was a study in understated elegance, awash in shades of pale blue—a stark contrast to the vibrant reds Minnie and the vanished Julia were known to favor. Clearly, Minnie would not choose a color sche

However, Evangeline, who never wanted to step foot in the Gordon family's home, was oddly patient today. She spent ages chatting with Trey and did not even hint at leaving.Trey felt like he was about to lose it. Why did everything have to pile up today? If he did not have such a big thing to do, he would have been excited about Evangeline's visit!"Evie, it's getting pretty late, and hanging out with an old guy like me can't be all that exciting. Maybe you should hit up Walter?"He knew Walter was off with some other girl at the moment. However, he was sure his no-good grandson would not be dumb enough to let Evangeline catch wind of his shenanigans.That was his way of passing the buck. If he could just get Evangeline to step out for a bit, he would have the freedom to do whatever he needed to do!"No need, Grandpa, I actually like spending time with you."The thought of even remembering Walter felt like a waste of time to Evangeline, so why would she reach out to him?Besides

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?"He had just turned down Trey's invitation to come home that afternoon. How on earth did Trey find him so quickly?Minnie, caught in the middle of the grandpa-grandson showdown, finally grasped the gravity of the situation. She let out a shriek and dove under the covers, trying to hide her semi-exposed state.However, it was too late.Evangeline, who had arrived a bit late to the scene, had already caught an eye through the gap between Thomas and Trey."Grandpa, you..."She had watched Trey stagger out of the house, worried he was too frail, and had followed him upstairs. She was about to voice her concern when the scene in front of her struck her speechless.Trey spun as if he had been zapped, his face going from red-hot to ghostly pale at the sight of Evangeline.Caught completely off guard, he echoed Walter's question."Evie, what brings you here?"Evangeline gave a nervous laugh. "I saw you heading out and got worried about you, so I cam

"Good day, Mr. Gordon." Yale greeted Trey with a bow that was all politeness. However, the iciness in his voice was unmistakable to everyone there.Yale was Evangeline's uncle, and as the head of the Foster family, he had just called Trey 'Mr. Gordon', making the family ties—or the lack thereof—abundantly clear.The polite words were just a product of good breeding.Trey was no stranger to reading between the lines, and he got the message loud and clear. His face turned a shade of dark that was downright scary.Evangeline had never seen Trey look so grim. However, with her uncles around, it was not her place to say a word.Trey stood there, getting the stink-eye from the other side, but he remained composed and stayed polite. He felt stuck, in a way, not sure what to say next.Yale could not stand to see the old guy squirm.He glanced around the room, where secrets seemed to be tumbling out like sunlight in spring, and said, "Funny how today's mess has got both our families, the