Preston Keaton was exceptionally agreeable today.
He nodded, his voice calm. "Miss Summers, please get in."
'He's going to drive her back to the hotel himself? It feels a bit like we're making Mr. Keaton our chauffeur...'
Yara Summers and Evelyn Grant exchanged a look, a hint of fear in their eyes. In the end, they bowed their heads. "Thank you, Mr. Keaton."
Then, she clambered into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
Evelyn Grant could tell from Yara's expression that she was terrified. She had wanted to sit in the back to keep her company, but after silently glancing up at Preston Keaton...
...she obediently got into the front passenger seat.
The ride was silent. Evelyn Grant didn't speak, and in the back, Yara Summers didn't dare utter a single word. The usually talkative, high-powered agent was quiet the entire way, only offering a sincere thank you right before getting out of the car.
