He'd been thoroughly cowed by him.
He had just put someone on a plane and returned to The Mid-Levels, ready to admit his mistake. But who could have known he'd be met with the dawning, terrifying realization that his every move had been watched.
Forget Sophie Keaton; even he didn't dare to cross Preston Keaton anymore.
'Whoever provokes him is a dead man. Just you wait and see.'
Preston Keaton had little patience. Whenever he didn't want to answer a question, he would turn it back on the asker.
"When are you going to Corvin?"
"Sometime next week. Then I'll wait for Sophie Sullivan's Christmas break, and we'll head back to Veridia together."
Henry Sterling wasn't about to be distracted, though. After answering, he couldn't resist a snarky comment. "Aren't you afraid your girl will run off? Being generous this one time might lead to a lifetime of regret."
