Chapter 150

Evangeline and Hank froze.

A glimmer of hope sparked in Caden's dull eyes.

The crowd had scrambled to find the source of the mood-killing noise.

Hank scowled as he fished out the offending phone from his pocket.

His eyes had shown a tinge of regret, and the urge to keep going with Evangeline had disappeared as soon as he saw who was calling.

With Evangeline looking on, worried, Hank had taken the call. The more the person on the other end had talked, the tighter Hank's frown had become.

Hank ended the call, and Evangeline noticed a sheen of sweat on his brow—a rare sight. He was always so cool and collected, like a prince out of a storybook.

"What's up?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Just a little hiccup at the company," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but Evangeline could hear the edge of worry in his voice.

The company had to be Foster Group, which Hank had recently taken charge of. Suddenly, Evangeline was not in the mood for games. She took hold of Hank