Unmasking the Heiress

The two sides were a whirlwind of flying hair and ripped clothing, the fight heating up by the second. Evangeline, emboldened by the booze, dove into the fray. Roslyn had her back, and she was not about to let her down. The commotion in the bar drew a crowd of rubberneckers in no time.

While bar fights and disputes were common, they were rare at Kronovia Royale Pub. After all, it attracted influential figures, and any altercation there was scrutinized for its potential repercussions.

Caden had planned a laid-back evening with Walter, hoping to enjoy some drinks and the company of lovely ladies, pouring out their hearts. However, Walter was more interested in sulking over his drink, a total killjoy. The other side of the hall was in utter disarray. Word had it that the celebrity Roslyn was in a tussle, and Caden could not resist the urge to check it out.

He was back before long.

"Snap out of it, yo! The brawl over there involves Evie-Baby and your so-called new flame." Caden jostled the nearly sloshed Walter.

Walter's frown deepened. "Say what now?"

"Evangeline and Julia are in the thick of it!" blurted Caden, grabbing Walter's drink.

Walter shook off the fog of alcohol, and they both made their way to the epicenter of the action. The bar's bouncers had already broken up the fight.

Most of the combatants were women, all looking worse for wear. Wigs and padding littered the floor, and their faces bore the battle scars of scratches and shoe prints. It was quite the show.

Evangeline and Roslyn emerged as the clear winners, each having taken on three opponents with little more than a hair out of place.

Julia, who had hoped to stir up trouble and watch the chaos unfold, was left with her hair in total disarray and her face swollen from slaps. She would likely never wear white again, not after it was stamped with footprints.

"Ugh! How dare you hit me! You'll regret this," Ruby wailed, clutching her nose that resembled a swollen snout. "Do you have any idea who my uncle is?!"Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I couldn't care less about your uncle. Keep it up, and I'll slap you again!" Roslyn snapped, her anger flaring. She had been the one to give Ruby the hardest time.

Evangeline almost felt bad for continuing the fight.

If security had not intervened, Roslyn would have been at it again, her ferocity sending Ruby stumbling backward in fear.

"You'll see! I'm calling the cops on all of you bitches," Ruby cried, fumbling with her phone.

Julia was humiliated like never before. She was itching to see Evangeline behind bars, and with others handling her dirty work, she was over the moon. Chapter 18

She wanted nothing more than to see Evangeline shamed.

However, then, she spotted a man approaching, his frown and commanding stride making him the center of everyone's attention.

She froze.

Walter had come to her rescuel

She immediately shifted into the role of the wronged, barely holding herself together, tears streaming down her face.

"Evangeline, what on earth are you up to now?"

Walter stood tall and imposing, his darkened expression taking in the ridiculous scene, casting a shadow over the already tense atmosphere.

The murmurs in the crowd hushed as Walter stepped into view. His chiseled features, familiar from countless news articles and magazine covers, belonged to the heir of the prestigious Gordon Group from the South, a name that graced the global Forbes ranking list. Under the cloak of night, his striking presence and the air of an aristocrat who wore his privilege with an easy grace. He seemed even more enigmatic, drawing gasps of awe.