A chill shot down Evelyn Grant's spine, a fear so sudden her scalp tingled.
'He acts like he knows something.' But she and Sophie Keaton hadn't been in contact besides that one phone call.
'He can't possibly know.'
Evelyn Grant reassured herself. Timidly, she raised her head and feigned composure. "I'm in the palm of your hand. What could I possibly hide from you?"
There was no change in Preston Keaton's expression, the smile on his lips as refined and gentle as ever. "No. There are plenty of things you could hide from me."
Evelyn Grant didn't dare make a sound.
The motorcade was already waiting outside. He gave Evelyn Grant a calm look before turning away. Just the sight of his broad, powerful physique exuded an intense pressure that lingered heavily on her heart.
'A natural-born ruler, a man who wields power.'
'He won't let me go. Even if I use a few petty tricks, can I really get away?'
Evelyn Grant stared blankly for a moment, then frowned and looked down at her phone.
