Unmasking the Heiress

Winning Walter's heart while posing as Minnie had been no small feat, and then she faced the daunting task of reverting to her old self, to Julia...

What would the Gordons, the Fosters, and especially that snake Evangeline think of her? She could not bear to follow that train of thought!

The line went quiet, only to be broken by an impatient voice on the other end. "Did you forget? Minnie and Lydia are two strangers with no connection. Don't freak out over every little thing. You've been burned before and still haven't learned your lesson. Not even a miracle could save you now!

"Look, I'm swamped and don't have time for small talk Just think it over, okay?"

Minnie ended the call and gazed at the number on her phone screen, her eyes sparkling with resolve.

True, her identity was set up to be airtight. Minnie was not Julia, and what did she have to do with Lydia anyway?

With that thought, Minnie let out a sigh of relief.

All she could do was hope that Lydia would not get snatched by the Fosters. Because if that happened, Lydia would be in for a world of pain all over again.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

What Minnie did not realize was that her prayers were too late. She prayed too late for any divine backstage help.

At the Foster family's Security tower.

Yale, a member of the Foster family, was a former member of the special forces and a professional at getting the truth out of people.

Evangeline's mom, Yessica, was his sister, and Lydia was the prime suspect in her death. Yale was tasked with interrogating Lydia, and he was all in.

In the cramped interrogation room, Yale sat across from Lydia, a single table between them, a harsh light bulb casting a stark glow on Lydia's face. "Ready to fess up, Lydia? How exactly did my sister Yessica die?"

Lydia's eyes were red and veiny after a grueling six-hour interrogation. However, she was as stubborn as

ever.

She looked straight at Yale, who stood like a statue, and taunted him with a sneer. "It's laughable, really. You want to know how your sister Yessica died? Go bug the cops or the doctors. Why drag me into it?" "You're still playing tough?" Yale was taken aback by Lydia's resilience.

Back in his military days, he would have dealt with such insolence swiftly, but there, in the Foster family's domain, his hands were tied-no rough stuff allowed.

Lydia, smirking as if she read his mind, spat on the ground with disdain. "Yale, you're crossing a line with this vigilante act, you know that? It's against the law! I'm warning you, let me go now. Who knows, I might

just spare you for Evie Evangeline's sake!"

She would not be talking big if she had not been caught by the Fosters. In her heart, she wished Evangeline would join Yessica six feet under!

Bringing up Evangeline was just a desperate attempt to claw back some dignity.

Yale dodged Lydia's sudden lunge with ease, then calmly stepped back in front of her, arms crossed. Scared? Me?"

He let out a cold chuckle. "You've only seen the warm-up. The real deal hasn't even started. Better talk now, because once the main act begins, no amount of pleading will make me stop."

Lydia's face went pale, but she was too stubborn to plead for mercy. "You're not scared to bend the rules, so why should I, the one who's been wronged, be afraid?" she challenged.

She sneered, "The law will judge whether I've done wrong, not you."

"If you won't confess..." Yale's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Then we'll just have to see who can last longer in this standoff."