Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418 

David did not beat around the bush and owned up to it 

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“Sharp as a tack! But relax, I’m just here to ask you a few things. Answer me honestly, and I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” 

In that moment, David might as well have been Walter himself. Walter, even though they had never met, she felt like she knew him inside out. 

Then she knew who she was dealing with, Celina’s nerves settled, and she even cracked a smile. 

“So, I’m curious. What if I don’t spill the beans? What’s your play? I’m new to Avalon City, and I’m not sure if an assistant to the president of Gordon Group making people disappear is the kind of headline that gets attention. Could that stir up trouble for your Gordon Group?” 

“Feel free to test the waters.” David pulled out a tiny vial from his pocket, his meaning crystal clear as he spoke, “Okay, I know it sounds nuts, but I’m dying to see how this works on you. I mean, the Gordon Group has been the big dog in Avalon City for years. It’s a total waste to let all that power just sit there unused, right?” 

He pinched the vial between his thumb and index finger, holding it up for Celina to see. The label was smudged and hard to read, except for the word ‘cyanide, which stood out like it was meant to be seen. 

Celina’s face, already pale, turned a sickly shade of green. She had figured that David, being one of Gordon’s guys, would at least play it cool for the company’s sake, even if he was doing Walter’s dirty work. However, the guy was insane! 

David shot Celina a casual glance. “Ms. Morris, have you made up your mind yet?” 

Celina steadied her gaze and gulped. “What’s your question?” 

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just listen from the start, instead of all this drama?” In a flash, David stashed the vial away and slumped back onto the couch, lighting up a cigarette like he did not have a care in the world. “You always need a little ‘present‘ to play nice. Such a bad girl,” 

He sounded almost affectionate, but then he crushed the cigarette under his sneaker, his eyes turning hard and sharp. “You’re familiar with Ms. Minnie, aren’t you?” 

“Sure, she’s a regular. Come in for a facial once a month.” Celina’s response was textbook. 

“And what kind of work does she get done? A total transformation, or is it more like a disguise?” 

David’s laugh took on a darker edge as he caught the shock flickering in Celina’s eyes, and he could not help but let it grow. 

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

David flicked his lighter to life, igniting another cigarette. The smoke curled up into the air, dancing in the emptiness. In a swift move, he aimed the glowing tip perilously close to Celina’s lovely face. 

“Ms. Morris, if you don’t behave, I’ll get mad. And trust me, when I’m mad, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle…” 

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