Chapter 459
The ‘Mr. Foster the bodyguard was talking about was Evangeline’s Uncle Holden.
Ever since her birthday bash, the only uncles hanging around the Foster family estate were Yale and Holden. The rest would occasionally check on her and Cole, but mostly they were off handling their own business.
Lately, she had not been in touch with any of them, and they had not reached out either. She figured they
the were just swamped with work. Little did she know, she had been under her uncles‘ silent, watchful eye
whole time.
Holden, without making a big deal out of it, had been her silent guardian.
Feeling the warmth of her family, and the heightened emotions of pregnancy, she could not help but tear
up
“Where’s Uncle Holden? I want to see him.”
The bodyguard checked his watch and said cautiously, “Mr. Foster is on his way as we speak. He should be here at ten. If you can hang tight, he’ll fill you in on everything, okay?”
“Sure, go on and do what you need to do.”
Evangeline perched on the swivel chair in the conference room, her eyes locked on the stack of papers her bodyguard had dropped off.
Just two weeks ago, someone named Beck had been splashing cash on the black market–45 thousand dollars a pop–for any leads on Evangeline’s whereabouts.
That was a large sum being thrown around. Her fingers traced the edge of the paper as a lightbulb went
off in her head.
That was the day she had hit up Sunny Glow Beauty Salon for some pampering, was it not? What were the odds that the moment she stepped out from getting her facial, someone was already snooping around for info on her?
The thought of Celina, the salon’s sweet and seemingly innocent manager, being involved was mind- boggling. Could she be the one shelling out big bucks for Evangeline’s itinerary? If that was true, Evangeline had totally misjudged her.
It was then Walter’s words from their car ride rang in her mind.
He had warned her that there was more to Sunny Glow Beauty Salon than met the eye. It was so sketchy that Walter had ditched his latest fling, Minnie, just to come and give Evangeline a heads–up.
With that news, a wave of fear washed over her.
If she had not been laying low at the villa, focusing on her pregnancy, who knew what that mystery shopper could have figured out from her travel logs?
Just then, the conference room door swung open. In came Holden, looking like he had run through a dust. storm, and sat down beside her.
He caught a glimpse of the papers in Evangeline’s grip and, red–faced and steaming, he let out a string of
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