Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439 

It snagged Evangeline’s attention, and she picked up without a second thought. 

“Could it be an update on Lydia’s location?” Evangeline asked, her voice thrumming with hope. 

Since the day she had scoped out Sunny Glow Beauty Salon and sketched out a map of its layout for Snow Wolf, all had been quiet on his end. That unexpected call had her mind racing. Could it be the break they needed? 

She was right. A cheerful male voice greeted her from the other end. 

“Yes, we should’ve had news sooner, but we hit a snag Snow Wolf admitted, pausing for a moment before diving back in. “The map you handed over was just a slice of the salon’s real footprint. We had to crack their system wide open to snatch the hidden part of the blueprint they were sitting on. 

“Now we’re pretty sure there’s a secret door tucked away in the back of the director’s office. And Lydia, the one you’ve been chasing shadows to find, is holed up in a room right behind that door.” 

Lydia’s disappearance had stretched on far too long, and the surge of relief at the prospect of finding her was too intense for words. 

“I can’t thank you enough. Lydia means the world to me. Without you, who knows when I’d have tracked her down? Looks like my crew needs to step up their game,” Evangeline mused, a mix of gratitude and 

resolve in her voice. 

Snow Wolf could not help but jump to the defense of her team. “The mastermind behind Lydia’s disappearance was a real professional, slipping through the government’s digital defenses like a ghost. No matter how you sliced it, you’d never find the hidden room they stashed her in. 

“So don’t overthink it. It’s not that your subordinates are incompetent, it’s that the enemy is too cunning!” 

She could not help but crack up, and she shot back, “Does that mean you were able to figure it out because you’re even more cunning than they are?” 

Frankly, ‘cunning‘ was not exactly a gold star in the vocabulary parade. 

Snow Wolf took her ribbing like a champ and replied, “Nah, it’s not about being sly. I’ve just got a horseshoe or something–I’m way luckier than they are.” 

Remembering Alex was cooling his heels on the balcony, she cut the call short. She made a beeline for the bathroom, reaching for the door handle on autopilot, only to find the door swung open at a touch. 

What was the deal? Did she forget to close it? 

Blaming her baby brain, she did not dwell on it and stepped back out. 

However, the balcony was empty, wheelchair and all. Even the coffee Julieta had brought up for Alex was 

gone. 

Confused, she flagged down Julieta. “Hey, where’d Alex go? Did he vanish while I was in the bathroom?” 

“Ms. Evangeline, Mr. Alex Gordon had to rush off because of some urgent business. He zoomed out of here so fast that I didn’t even think to stop him. If I’d known you’d be back this quickly, I would’ve tried to keep him here a bit longer. He barely stepped out when you showed up. Hope you don’t think I was a lousy