Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

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apter 49 Chapter 49 [Walter: Where are you all at?] [Caden: I'm tearing up the track at Sunlit Heights. Don't you dare cand ruin my fun. If she's not Mrs. Walter Gordon, I'm shooting my shot with both these ladies.] [Walter: You're really going for it, huh?] Jordan, who was really Caden in disguise, could easily pass for scarefree youth. His family was high-profile, and they would flip if they knew he was risking his neck in races. They would rather see him confined to a wheelchair than reduced to ashes in an urn.

Staring at the photo, Walter's gut told him it was Evangeline. That unmistakable, killer figure could only belong to her, and it clicked-he remembered her tic motorcycle exit the last tshe stirred up trouble.

A wild urge surged through him, powerful and unstoppable.

Walter slipped into his racing gear and roared out of the garage on his long- neglected bike, gunning it towards Sunlit Heights.

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'If that is you out there, Evangeline, ready to throw down, countin.' Walter's mind raced with the thought. At Sunlit Heights.

"Tto get this show on the road," said Evangeline as she checked her watch, with Jordan still glued to his phone. She was not there for an easy win. "Hold up, I've got a friend on the way. He's the king of the road. You're in for a treat today," bragged Jordan, his cockiness replaced by a hint of respect.

No sooner had he spoken than a sleek, custom bike whipped into place at the starting line, its turn executed with effortless flair.

"There he is," announced Jordan.

"Nice move on that bend," said Evangeline, a note of genuine appreciation in her voice. However, her expression soured as she caught sight of the rider's face beneath the helmet. 1/2 Those deep, icy eyes could only belong to Walter, the man she had pined for all those years. She could not be wrong.

Evangeline's thoughts churned. 'What's he doing here? Shouldn't he be at the hospital with his sweetheart? Can't I ever catch a break? He's like a ghost that won't leave." Still, seeing him on a bike was a surprise.

"Today's race is a clash of titans, no gender barriers, just pure competition. It'd be a shnot to raise the stakes!" the referee chimed in, a thrill seeker invited by Jordan.

"Let's make it interesting. If our goddess lones, she owes each of us a candlelit dinner. And if our god loses, well, if he can't beat a girl, he'll take a victory lap around the mountaintop in his boxers. How's that?" The crowd roared with approval.

The crowd was buzzing with anticipation, all eager to see the racing goddess in action.

Nobody thought Jordan could be beaten.

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Both Jordan and the friend he often bragged about were rumored to have skills that rivaled the pros.

Evangeline flashed Walter a taunting thumbs-down.

"Hey buddy, don't lose." She smirked inwardly. 'Perfect timing I've been' e itching for at chance to crush him!"

"No worries. I'm looking forward to you taking off that helmet and joiningfor dinner" Helfound her challenging stance not only angry but oddly charming.

"I'm sure I'll enjoy the view from the top. Just don't freeze your little tall off," retorted. Evangeline with a chilling laugh, determined to leave Walter in the dust-or worse. "Let's get this show on the road!"

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