Unmasking the Heiress

Chapter 32

Evangeline's eyebrow arched, her focus unbroken.

She opened the door and left without hesitation.

Walter stood alone, a towering figure, as menacing as a demon risen from the depths.

His thoughts were swirling, haunted by her declaration that she would find another man and have kids, but that he would never father these children.

His brows knotted in anguish. He let out a bitter, mocking laugh.

Face set hard, he fought the rage boiling in his veins and strode into the bathroom.

On the way, he dialed his assistant Oscar. "Lock down the lobby, Julia is not to set foot in here."

Walter was right on the money; Julia had been a ticking time bomb since getting Evangeline's text. She made a beeline for the Strata King Group tower, only to be stopped abruptly by the security detail. Her calls to Walter hit a dead end, and Evangeline had blacklisted her.

Fury consumed her, her eyes blazing with volcanic hate.

She lost it, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Evangeline's up there with him, I know it! They've been together!"

Three years of marriage, and Walter had not laid a finger on that tramp Evangeline. Julia had been vigilant, but she had let her guard down just as they were on the brink of divorce.

Evangeline had even sent those scandalous photos to taunt her.

Julia had never seen Walter so enraptured as if he wanted to fuse Evangeline into his very being.

After all that, how could nothing have happened?

He was so out of Evangeline's league. What did Evangeline, that nobody, have that she did not?

It was unbearable!

She swore she would not let that tramp Evangeline get away with this.

Meanwhile, Walter, still burning with unspent passion, was submerged in a cold bath,

His willpower was ironclad, his emotions usually in check. Maybe it was the lingering trace of Evangeline or the way she had stirred him up, but the fire inside him refused to die down, even after two hours. Bare-chested, he lounged in the bathtub, his chiseled jawline tilted upward as he fought to control his ragged breaths. His entire body was alight with a tingling sensation-

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A dull ache spread through his chest, awakening old wounds he thought he had buried long ago. His temples throbbed with tension.

Just then, Dr. Conrad George's call broke through the silence, checking in on Cole's health. "Mr. Walter Gordon, your kindness has not been forgotten," said Conrad with utmost respect. Walter had once saved

the doctor's wife, a debt not easily dismissed.

Walter's response was calm and detached. "It was my pleasure to assist you, Dr. George. What's your take on my wife's grandfather's condition?"

"The old man's case is a bit complex, but I'm confident that with my care, he'll be on the mend shortly."

"Then I owe you my thanks," Walter replied, his voice still frosty.

"There's something else, Mr. Walter Gordon. Recently, someone approached me. They didn't reveal their identity, but I sense they are backed by significant power, possibly even rivaling yours," stated the doctor. Walter's frown deepened at the news. "I'll take care of it. I'll find you a safe place to lay low. But first, I need you to give my wife's grandfather a thorough check-up. The sooner, the better."

"Of course, I'm ready whenever you need me."

Walter also made it clear to Conrad to avoid any other engagements for the time being, and to stay where Walter had arranged for him.

Was it Evangeline who had sent that mysterious force? If so, it would prove Walter's hunch: Evangeline's grandfather was no ordinary man.

Walter dialed up his assistant, Oscar. "Dig up some info on Evangeline's grandfather, will you?"

""Right away," replied Oscar.

Back at home, Evangeline got a call from her uncle, Holden Foster, with uplifting news. He had tracked down Conrad's address and was planning to visit him so