Chapter 12

'Wasn't Evangeline's maternal grandfather supposed to be tucked away in the mountains of Sapphire City? When did he and Grandpa become such good friends?' thought Walter.

He had just heard his grandfather bring him up, and Evangeline had quickly changed the subject.

Something told him they were keeping a big secret from him.

Walter, intent on proving a point, rose to his feet with a calculated slowness. He casually adjusted his collar, a deliberate move that showcased his sculpted, golden chest.

His tailored black pants hugged his long legs, and the crisp white shirt accentuated his chiseled features—an air of unmatched elegance about him.

With a hand nonchalantly tucked in his pocket, he sauntered past them, pausing by the expansive window.

Bathed in the outside light, he looked like a model, his proportions almost painfully perfect, his looks top-tier. It was as if he were a god emerging from the glow.

Evangeline was taken aback. Walter, who never paid her any mind, was sudden