Unmasking the Heiress

Chapter 57 Chapter 57

They called her the homewrecker, did they not? Well, this was the day to set the record straight on who the real homewrecker was, who the real scumbag was, and who the true victim was. Since Walter was not showing up, she would just have to wait f crawling to her.

him to come

With that, Evangeline did not linger. She stepped into her car and drove away, leaving a trail of astonished whispers in her wake.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Those who had swiftly switched their fandom to the latest femme fatale smiled slyly, dismissing the once-adored girl, Julia, as dull and forgettable after her fleeting moment in the spotlight. As Evangeline's car pulled away, the throng of reporters and rubberneckers, hungry for drama, trailed behind, undeterred

Rumor had it, based on the day's explosive live broadcast, that a showdown was on

the horizon.

Whispers of a rebellious daughter clashing with her father and banishing her stepmother's family had everyone buzzing with anticipation, the identity of the informant long forgotten in the excitement.

Half an hour later, the car came to a halt in front of a quaint, slightly weathered Western-style house. Its charm lay in its proximity to the city center, nestled in a quiet neighborhood-a prime piece of real estate that Evangeline's mother had secured by selling her precious jewelry.

Her grandfather had been staunchly opposed to her mother's relationship with Andrew. Upon learning of her premarital pregnancy, he had severed all financial support. In the years that followed, her mother had kept them afloat by pawning her valuables. It was a bitter realization that her mother had unwittingly nurtured a snake in the

grass.

As Evangeline gazed at the crowd gathered outside, Andrew and Lydia were too intimidated to confront them. Without hesitation, Evangeline commanded her bodyguards to forcefully break down the door.

Lydia's voice shrieked from above, "What do you think you're doing, you little tramp?

I'm warning you, touch anything in this house and I'll have the police on you so fast. Your mother's dead and gone, and everything here belongs to me!"

Evangeline's response was aloof and commanding. "Go ahead, call the cops. Let's see what you'll tell them when they arrive." She was relieved that her mother had had the foresight to put the house in Evangeline's name.

No longer could she stand the thought of that vile family living in the home that held her and her mother's most cherished memories.

She had been naive and easily swayed before, completely caught up in a foolish crush. At last, her eyes were wide open, and she could thank those vile people for showing their true colors and snapping her out of it.

"You've got thirty minutes to pack up and get out, or I'm tossing you and your junk. out on the street."

Andrew eyed the group of intimidating bodyguards dressed in black, filling the yard. His voice trembled as he yelled, "Evangeline, do you even remember I'm your father?! If you treat your mother and me like this, I'll have nothing more to do with you, you heartless girl!" Evangeline shot back without a hint of warmth. "My mother's been gone a long time. If you're going to cut ties, just do it. The thought that I share any of your blood makes my skin crawl!"

When Andrew and Lydia made no move, Evangeline did not hesitate. She signaled the bodyguards, who stormed in and tossed all their stuff into the garbage bins. outside.

Andrew did not waste a second and called the cops, while Lydia frantically dialed Julia, begging her to get Walter to intervene.

However, Walter was far away in Francoria, swamped with issues and dreading the thought of returning to a divorce mess. His assistant, Oscar, did not help matters, sending him a video of James yelling at him, adding to his dark mood.