Chapter 67


    Walter was fuming when suddenly, he got a text from the vi''s butler.


    [Madam''s back.]


    That brief message made him scowl. What was she up to all the time?


    He fired up the car, and it zoomed off like a shot, his every move seething with anger.


    When Walter got back to the vi, the butler said Evangeline had retired to her room. He did not hesitate and bolted up to the second-floor bedroom. "Evangeline, get out here!"


    Evangeline was calmly organizing her desk. She paused when she heard themotion, but she then resumed her task, tantly ignoring Walter.Original content from N?velDrama.Org.


    Walter burst through the bedroom door, his sharp eyes zeroing in on Evangeline.


    That same white dress, that familiar silhouette.


    The way that woman had smiled and frowned in the private room earlier that day was shing before Walter''s eyes, and he could not help butpare her to Evangeline. Evangeline shot him a look. "What''s your problem? If it''s nothing, leave. I need to shower!"


    Walter''s lips tightened, and he took long strides toward her, an intense presence bearing down on Evangeline.


    He locked eyes with her and whispered, "Ms. Foster?"


    He said it, desperate to see a flicker of panic cross Evangeline''s face.


    However, there was nothing.


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    Evangeline had nerves of steel. Walter''s attempt to rattle her with a few intimidating words was like water off a duck''s back. She shrugged nonchntly.


    "What''s that you''re saying? I really don''t understand."


    Walter''s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Aren''t you Ms. Foster?"


    At that, Evangelineughed as if he had told the punchline of a joke, her smileced with a hint of scorn. "Walter, seriously, have you been popping the wrong pillstely?


    Messed up your head?


    "Look, I''m just a simple girl from the sticks, not some posh princess. Or did my looks suddenly get so enchanting that you mistook me for royalty?"


    With a yful twinkle in her eye, Evangeline closed the gap between them in a sh, their noses almost brushing.


    Caught off-guard, Walter stumbled backward.


    Evangeline, smirking at his predictable retreat, had long since grown ustomed to his standoffish ways.


    She grabbed a towel and made for the bathroom.


    That was when it hit Walter. Was she making a fool out of him?


    The lingering scent of her perfume teased his senses. He squinted and blocked the bathroom entrance.


    "What''s your game?" Evangeline''s voice was icy, emotionless, Her distant demeanor somehow struck a nerve.


    Her constant indifference sparked a strange yearning in him to break through her defenses.


    "I want answers," he demanded.


    "I''ve told you, I don''t know any Ms. Foster. If there''s another woman on your mind, go chase after her and leave me out of your madness!" she snapped, yanking on Walter''s arm, trying to shove him aside.


    However, Walter stood his ground, blocking the doorway with an unyielding stance, a peculiar sparkle in his gaze. "So, what have you been up totely?" he demanded, his tone dripping with superiority.


    Her heart plummeted. Tilting her head mockingly, she said, "Mr. Walter Gordon, unless I''m mistaken, I handed you my divorce papers weeks ago. Sign them, and we''re nothing to each other. So why do you think you have any say over me?" Walter was inexplicably annoyed by her defiance. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes, and dered, "Just remember, until you sign those papers, you''re still Mrs. Walter Gordon!"


    She opened her mouth but remained silent, her eyes narrowing in thought. Then, unexpectedly, her lips curled into a dazzling smile. "All this effort to keep me close...


    Don''t tell me you actually want me to stay Mrs. Walter Gordon forever?"


    Her look was captivating, and it was as if she had be someone else entirely. Her tauntingugh sent a jolt through Walter.


    "Nonsense. Your antics have already hit the Gordon family''s stock prices. We agreed to keep our marriage a secret. You have no right to go public with our rtionship." Evangeline bit her lip, keeping quiet. She was curious to find out what Walter was really up to.


    "The terms are spelled out in the contract. If you break it, you''ll owe damages!" said Walter. a


    Evangeline could not help butugh. She had not expected Walter to make such a fuss just to squeeze money out of her.


    Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she asked, "What do you want?"


    "One hundred fifty million!" Walter stated firmly.


    After he dropped that bombshell, he watched Evangeline, eager to see her reaction.


    She was known for her love of money, which would surely hit her hard.


    As expected, Evangeline''s eyebrows shot up in fury. "One hundred fifty million?! Are you out of your mind?"


    Her fists were clenched, her gaze filled with fiery indignation as she stared down the scoundrel.


    ''Is he deliberately trying to make me miserable?'' she wondered.


    She had the 150 million, but she would rather donate it to the International Red Cross than let this jerk benefit from her wealth.


    She scoffed, "Keep dreaming!"


    She was done talking. With a forceful tug, she pulled him toward the door, shoving him out. She then slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Walter was left standing outside, the sound of running water soon reaching his ears, his gaze turning steely.