Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 

Walter and Alex locked eyes for a moment. Walter’s complexion was ghostly, his deep–set eyes a well of loneliness, 

Alex, parked in his wheelchair, looked calm. A subtle smile played on his lips, and his eyes crinkled with a touch of pride. 

Standing and seated, their gazes met, and without a word, they understood each other perfectly. 

Finally, Alex arched an eyebrow at Walter. “You know, I pulled you out of the Foster family brothers grip, Walter, Aren’t you going to thank me?” 

Walter’s mouth twisted into a wry smirk. 

Years of rivalry had taught him to read between the lines. If he had not grasped Alex’s motives at first, Holden’s pointed question made it crystal clear. He would be a fool not to see the setup then 

It all added up. Alex had foreseen Evangeline’s predicament, knew the Foster brothers would come for Walter first, and positioned himself strategically. Just as the trio was on the verge of a showdown, Alex swooped in like a hero, sharing the news he had had all along with the Foster brothers. 

Alex’s grand entrance was not about saving Walter–it was all for the Foster brothers. 

“What’s there to thank you for? You think I believe you came today just to save me from danger? Alex, I’ hand it to you–you’ve won this round, and it was a knockout. But this isn’t game over for me. As long as Evangeline’s alive, as long as she’s not yours, I’ve still got a shot!” 

Walter pieced together Alex’s earlier boast, and it all clicked into place. 

Alex had played his cards right, not only putting Walter in a tight spot but also charming the Foster family’s two brothers. He was laying the groundwork for a future with Evangeline, and his odds were looking good. 

There were plenty of ways to win over someone like Yale, but Alex’s move was pure genius. 

With a scoff, Alex said, “Is that so? If you’re still clinging to that illusion, then I guess I just haven’t done enough.” 

He wheeled himself closer to Walter, his voice a low murmur meant for his brother’s ears alone, “Mark my words: stubbornness won’t get you anywhere. Evie’s going to be my wife, and that’s that! 

Before Walter could fire back, Alex spun his wheelchair around and rolled away, his entourage of bodyguards in tow, leaving with as much fanfare as they had arrived. 

It was a total power move. 

Walter balled his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot with a mix of anger and resolve. 

He was not about to give up. Not by a long shot. 

Elsewhere, Evangeline, who read the news of the car crash on her phone, felt a wave of sympathy for those involved. However, even stronger was her sense of relief and the thrill of a close call. 

She was perfectly fine, safely seated in the Foster family’s car. She had not even been near Dannington