Unmasking the Heiress

Celina stood up in surprise and blurted, "Mr. Walter Gordon, Mr. Yale Foster is inside. Should I let him know you're here?"

She barely knew Walter, and any time they crossed paths, it was through David, the go-between. She was not naive enough to think Walter had come out there just for her. Out of the blue...

"Ms. Morris, can we talk for a minute?" Walter gestured for Celina to join him.

He was supposed to have left with Trey after saying goodbye, but something inside him was restless. He ended up driving back to the funeral site.

He had expected Cole's funeral to be a long affair, but when Walter got back, the place was deserted. Weird, he thought.

Just as he was about to ask someone what happened, he spotted Celina squatting by the lounge entrance, zoning out.

It was like stumbling upon the very thing he had been searching for without even trying.

He had been wanting to talk to Celina for ages but never got the chance. At last, she was right there, and he was not about to walk away.

Celina was well aware of the tension between Walter and David, and the different sides they were on. She had always turned down requests to relay messages from Evangeline. Faced with Walter himself, she was just as dismissive.

"Mr. Walter Gordon, I really don't think there's anything for us to talk about." Celina's gaze was intense, her face an icy mask.

She did not look at Walter with any of the deference he might have expected from someone of a lower status.

"You might not have anything to say to Mr. Walter Gordon, but you might have something to say to David's brother, Walter," he said, not giving her a chance to reject him.

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She had pegged Walter as the type who, like her standoffish boss, would not give a hoot about his underlings, only bothering to talk shop when they met face to face.

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However, there he was, proving her wrong. Celina found herself unexpectedly intrigued by Walter.

"Nope." Walter shook his head. "David chose to extend his business trip on his own. He's clueless about me coming to chat with you." "Off on another trip, I see..."

Celina mused, "Mr. Walter Gordon, I've listened to your spiel, and I got the message loud and clear. So, we're done here."

She was ready to walk away, but she then thought of Evangeline, who was in the hospital.

The baby inside Evangeline was Walter's, after all. Even a beast would not harm its own offspring.

Walter might be over Evangeline, but he had to care about his kid, right?

"Oh, and Mr. Walter Gordon," Celina added, "consider this a tip for the news you've brought me: you'd better go see the Foster family's Mr. Yale Foster now, or else... you're going to kick yourself later

With a mysterious look, Celina dropped that enigmatic bomb and spun on her heel to leave.

She could not do much more here, and with Evangeline's condition up in the air at the hospital, she needed to make tracks.

Walter, baffled but wary of regret, decided he would better take her advice and pay a visit.