Preston Keaton nodded. "That's fine."
Regina Hale had already left. He had sent men to keep a constant watch on her, so she probably wouldn't be coming to bother Evelyn Grant again for a while.
He slowly gazed at the woman in his arms.
The young woman had no idea about the despicable plans brewing in his mind. Her clear, innocent eyes obediently reflected his image. Preston Keaton gently stroked her face and smiled. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Baby, think hard. As long as you dare to ask for it, I dare to give it."
"..." Evelyn Grant frowned in confusion, not understanding what he meant. But he didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, merely curving his lips to place a gentle kiss on hers.
After a moment, he patted her head, stood up, and stared at her for a few seconds. His thin lips parted, and he uttered a deep, quiet phrase that seemed to carry a hidden meaning: "Be good."
