Semua Bab Unmasking the Heiress: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Just then, Walter's phone rang. It was his assistant, Oscar. "Mr. Walter Gordon.""What is it? Did she change her mind?""No. Mrs. Walter Gordon hasn't caved in, nor has she called begging you, but someone else has stepped in."…At the police station, in the holding cell.Ruby was not satisfied with just slapping Evangeline's face red. She was gearing up to kick her with her high heels when suddenly, she was sent flying several meters by a powerful kick from behind.The door flew open with a loud bang as a squad of imposing men in black suits and sunglasses stormed in from the shadowy hallway.Their intimidating presence silenced the room."Ms. Evangeline."It was Wade Davis, Evangeline's lifelong personal bodyguard, the one Evangeline had been waiting for.Evangeline was escorted to the break room, where many from the police force came to offer their apologies, including Ruby's uncle.Meanwhile, Ruby, clueless about the turn of events, stood in their way, clutching her wai

Evangeline never imagined Walter would show up at the hospital in the dead of night and act like a madman. Had Julia left him wanting?The memory of the night's betrayal with Julia pierced her heart with an invisible needle, each thought of a suffocating sting.Evangeline bit Walter's shoulder, her bite a desperate act of defiance.Walter gasped, the sharp pain a testament to her surprising strength. He had not even gotten over the kick she had delivered to his leg last time, and she bit him."Do you enjoy biting people?" Walter grunted, wincing.Evangeline felt a twinge of satisfaction seeing his usually stoic face twist in pain. "Put me down now, or I'll call the guards!"Walter's striking features were inches away as he firmly grasped her chin. "You've got two choices: One, I put you down and we show your grandpa your disheveled state. Two, keep quiet and come back with me."The mention of her grandpa silenced Evangeline's struggle. Walter had found her Achilles' heel. She di

"Hardly, Grandpa. You're tough as nails—a little sickness like this can't knock you down. Give it a month tops, and you'll be back on your feet. And when you are, I've got to get some painting and drawing tips from you."Your sketching skills I saw on video were killer. It's a rare find to see such talent these days." Walter knew exactly how to butter someone up, especially the older folks.Cole had taken up sketching as his golden years' hobby.Walter's compliments had Cole grinning widely, noticeably lifting his spirits. He had been worried about Evangeline being underappreciated in the Gordon family, but it looked like her husband, despite his silver-spoon upbringing, was attentive after all.Evangeline rolled her eyes at Walter. Since when did he become an art connoisseur? With his knack for sweet talk, he might as well have been a clown."You've got a silver tongue, young man, but let's see some action," said Cole. "I'm getting on in years. Evie's mother left us too soon, and

To Evangeline's surprise, the receptionists barely acknowledged her. Their eyes flicked up before returning to their tasks as if she were invisible.One of them sneered, "Looks like we've got all kinds in this big forest. Thinking your money can buy Mr. Walter Gordon's attention? He's not just anyone's for the taking.""I'm Walter's wife. Where is he?" Evangeline shot back, not in the mood for their games.They laughed. "Miss, you look like you're somebody, so why the sudden delusion? The president's wife just delivered his breakfast.""Mrs. Walter Gordon? Breakfast?" Evangeline could not help but laugh at the ridiculous claim. She was eager to see what kind of show Walter had going on during his 'trouble-free' days at the office.She breezed past the security checkpoint and into the building.The receptionists scrambled to call security, but Walter's assistant intervened, chiding them, "That woman is our president's wife."The receptionists at the front desk were visibly shaken

Evangeline said no more, grabbed her bag, and left with a defiant swagger.Walter never saw it coming. Evangeline's abrupt departure left him staring at her retreating figure, his gaze heavy with unspoken thoughts. His brows knitted together, and a tightness in his chest grew until he could not stand it anymore.He irritatedly yanked at his tie and threw it aside with a forceful snap.…Deep into the night, Walter was the last man working. His desk lamp was the lone island of light in an otherwise deserted building.Even Evangeline, with all her reservations about him, could not deny Walter's prowess in business. Clinical and detached he might be, but his work was flawless, his talent exceptional. It was his vision and drive that had built Strata King Group from the ground up, steering it to prosper under his watchful eye."Still burning the midnight oil, Mr. Walter Gordon?" Evangeline's voice broke the silence as she stepped in, slipping off her coat.The coat revealed a form-f