Unmasking the Heiress

Holden knew that in a fair fight, he and Yale might not be able to take down Walter. However, with the element of surprise on his side, things were different. He caught Walter off guard with a swift kick to the gut.

Walter let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale with pain. "Holden, why... Why did you hit me?"

Holden had the upper hand then, and he was not about to let it go.

"I've been itching to do that, Walter. Forget everything else! Just the fact that Evie's out there on the highway, her life in the balance, and you're here babysitting your assistant-I'm livid!

"You might not give a damn about Evie, but she's pregnant with your kid. How can you be so heartless about whether she lives or dies?"

Holden rattled off his grievances and looked to Yale for confirmation. "Yale, I'm right, aren't I?"

Yale paused, then nodded with solemn agreement.

"That's fair."

"I didn't do it!" Walter's plea was cut short as Yale, too, swung a punch that zoomed toward Walter's left

eye.

Lucky for Walter, his youthful reflexes kicked in, and the punch only grazed the corner of his eye. It bruised, sure, but it was nothing compared to the shiner he would have sported otherwise. "Let me explain, you guys.

"I've had people look into it, and there's no record of Evangeline being admitted to the hospital, which means she could still be out there, alive!"

Holding onto that hope was what kept Walter steady on his feet outside David's operating room, forcing himself to stay composed until his crew brought in the latest news.

"Isn't that a pretty thought?"

Holden's mouth twisted into a sneer, his voice rising as he launched another fist at Walter's face.

"Do you take us for idiots?"

Holden advanced, his eyes glaring daggers at Walter.

"Sure, no hospital record for Evie might mean she's alive. But don't you forget, it could also mean she was right in the thick of that pile-up, and with what we've got, there's no way to track her down! "Poor niece of mine, to end up with a monster like you. She's caught up in an accident, and you're not even on the scene digging for clues, just sitting around waiting for a rescue!"

Holden's rage grew with every word, his fist ready to fly again. However, Yale held him back.

"Holden, we've got bigger fish to fry."

The moment the crash was reported, the Fosters pulled every string to dig up info on the wreck.

The site was a picture of desolation, the kind of scene that would haunt them.

Wreckage and chaos were all that was left where the accident happened. The crash was so bad that they could not even tell where the cars ended and the people began. Some cars had gone up in flames, causing a domino effect that blew up others nearby.

The victims... There was not much left to even say goodbye to.

The Foster family, working off bits and pieces of info, recreated the crash scene to figure out where it all started.

However, as soon as they pinpointed the spot, the search team found something chilling-a half-burned license plate from the Foster family's own car.

Holden hit the ground hard, the news hitting him harder.

What did it mean? It meant that Evangeline's car was right in the middle of it all, where things were theContent © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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