Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 480

Chapter 480 

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Thankfully, his bodyguard was alert and caught Walter just in time. “Mr. Walter Gordon, are you okay?” 

Struggling to stay upright, Walter managed to muster his remaining wits and said, “Quick, get David on the linel” 

He had sent David to guard Evangeline, so at that critical moment, reaching out to David was the key to the latest scoop. 

He had to find out if Evangeline was on that highway when everything went down. 

The bodyguards, clueless but not wasting a second, got David on the line. 

After what felt like forever of just ringing, David’s harsh coughs finally broke through. 

“Mr. Walter Gordon, I’ve failed, I just… I couldn’t keep Mrs. Gordon safe…” 

David’s voice was scratchy, like it had been dragged over rough sandpaper. By the end, he could even hear him choking up. 

“David, spit it out! What’s this ‘couldn’t keep her safe‘ all about?” Walter yelled, losing it completely with the shock of the news. 

“I…” 

David was about to spilt more, but all that came was a burst of static. A nurse’s voice cut in, “Hello, is this a relative of the patient? He’s in bad shape and is about to be rushed into surgery. You need to get to City General Hospital, like, now!” 

Beep, beep, beep! 

All Walter got then was the dead–line tone. 

It hit him suddenly that Evangeline’s route home would have taken her down Dannington Road. David, in his duty to protect her, would have been there too. 

If Evangeline was hurt, David could not be faring much better, right? 

However, then… 

For a split second, Walter zoned out, his mind snapping back to just 30 minutes before. The memory of Evangeline’s warm hug and her laughter as she waved goodbye haunted Walter. 

“No, Evangeline, I can’t let you leave!” 

Without a second thought, Walter wrapped his arms around her. 

He could not bear the thought of losing her again. 

If he could just keep Evangeline, who 

ds in such a hurry to get home, right there with him, she would not be caught in that horrific pile–up on the highway. She would not be missing, her fate unknown. 

“Mr. Walter Gordon! Mr. Walter Gordon, are you okay, Mr. Walter Gordon?” 

Walter’s nose throbbed with pain, and when he opened his eyes, the world had transformed. 

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Gone was his luxury yacht, and gone was Evangeline’s farewell. Instead, he found himself clutching the waist of a tall, pale–faced bodyguard in a black suit. 

The bodyguard’s eyes were wide with shock. 

Walter let go as if he had been zapped, struggling to find his footing. He stood up, leaning on the bodyguard for support. 

That was not a dream. It was all too real