Preston Keaton said in all seriousness, "He will."
The young woman was dumbfounded. She seemed to be picturing him getting scolded, a twinkle in her eye. "As long as he only yells at you. I hope he doesn't yell at me."
"..."
Preston Keaton was so exasperated he laughed. He pinched Evelyn Grant's chin, lifting it. "You ungrateful little thing?"
"Who was I just protecting right in front of him?"
"..." Evelyn Grant gave a sheepish laugh and leaned in to kiss his lips. "Me," she said softly. "You were protecting me. You're the best."
Seeing her guilty expression, Preston Keaton didn't press her. He gave her bottom a light pat. "Go on, get down. Find Wyatt Walsh if you're hungry."
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As for the document, it ended up in the hands of the vice president.
He examined it closely and found it strange that the originally strong and forceful handwriting had suddenly become graceful, like a girl's script.
