Unmasking the Heiress

As the motorcade vanished from sight, so did Evangeline, who was inside one of the cars.

The bodyguards arrived in a rush, exchanging bewildered glances at the scene.

David's health was on the line, no time for delays, but the disappearance of the Fosters' darling princess was a dire matter!

Back at the Foster Group headquarters...

Yale had wrapped up a meeting and was deep in strategy talk with Hank when his phone rang with alarming news from the bodyguards. "Evangeline's gone missing?" he blurted.

Hank went white as a sheet. "Mr. Yale Foster, what are you saying? Is Evie in trouble?"

Hank had been meaning to catch up with Evangeline, but with the business buzzing and her pregnancy, their paths had barely crossed.

Hearing the news about her out of the blue... She had gone missing?

"Got it, I'm on it!" Yale managed to keep his composure on the outside, but inside, he was fuming, his hand clutching the phone shaking ever so slightly.

True to form, as soon as he ended the call, he could not hold back a thunderous yell, "Can't even keep tabs on one girl, what a bunch of losers!"

Hank was shell-shocked by the unfolding drama. After all, Yale of the Foster family was known for his unflappable nature, always a picture of grace, never letting his emotions show.

Seeing him lose his composure like that, it was clear Evangeline's situation was dire!

"Mr. Yale Foster, I can't just sit around if Evie is in trouble. What can I do to help?"

Yale's attention snapped back at Hank's question, and he fought to keep his rage in check as he faced Hank. "Evie is in a bind, and I can't focus on the company right now. I'm leaving it all in your hands..." He gave Hank a reassuring pat on the shoulder and strode off without a backward glance.

In the Foster Group's security hub, the dashcam footage played on loop, showing only a black van whisking Evangeline away.

The culprits had been cunning, approaching from an angle that kept the license plate hidden from the camera's view.

Yale wasted no time, scouring the city for the same make and model, vetting each one.

However, it was obvious that the villains targeting Evangeline were dead set on a twisted game of cat and mouse with the Fosters

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By the time they pinpointed the suspicious van, it was too late. The van had already gone up in flames at the cliff's edge, leaving behind nothing but a heap of ashes when

the team arrived.

"Mr. Yale Foster, what do we do now?" The bodyguard's brow was furrowed in concern. They were in a real bind.

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It was clear someone had orchestrated that whole scenario.

Yale's hands balled into fists as he stared at the van's scorched skeleton, his worry etched deep in his brow.

With the van gone, their only lead was... the street racers!

He was determined, no matter what, to bring Evangeline back unharmed.

Just then, Holden, upon hearing of Evangeline's disappearance, reached out to Yale,

"Yale, Evie's situation is critical. Do everything you can to find her. I'll take care of things with Dad."

That was when Yale remembered that in his panic over Evangeline, he completely forgot about Cole!

The old man had just started getting better. Hearing that news could send him into a relapse. They had to keep that under wraps. Cole must not find out, no matter what!