Chapter 66

Ms. Foster's captivating gaze narrowed at Walter's words, her tone icy. "Who did you think I was?"

He had burst in with erratic steps and an urgent voice, a far cry from his usual poise.

Ms. Foster felt a flutter of curiosity, waiting in silence for his reply.

Walter, finally composed, eyed the woman before him with suspicion. Finding no giveaway, he answered with a chill, "It's nothing, just a case of mistaken identity..."

Her hand clenched beneath the table.

A case of mistaken identity?

Fine, just fine!

She had expected nothing less than disdain from that man.

Ms. Foster's anger rose, but her smile was alluring. Her eyes, however, betrayed a deep chill.

She gave him a frosty look. "Next time, Mr. Walter Gordon, make sure you take a good look before you bother someone. It's quite rude, don't you think?"

Walter was momentarily lost for words, caught off-guard by her rebuke.

"You know who I am?" he asked, a crease forming between his brows, picking up on the inconsistency.

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