"In three days I will come. Force her to meet me! I'll make her yours." Grand Lady got up and lightly patted Evan's shoulder, which was weak from sleep.
When she was about to leave, her grandson had already collapsed on the sofa from sleepiness. Worst of all was the making of hugs and kisses. She shook her head and then went outside.
"You are in love," she hissed.
On the outside, Mr. John was still waiting anxiously. He was afraid that Evan would be dead of his grandmother's hands. All this time, she would not hesitate to kick and hit Evan if he made a mistake.
Mr. John looked down as Grand Lady came out of Evan's office. He secretly examined her hands and feet. Usually, her hands would be red when she beat Evan. And usually, her skirt would be worn out if she had kicked Evan.
But thankfully everything still looked neat and good.
"You know which girl he likes?" asked her of Mr. John.
"I think I know, madam," nodded Mr. John obediently.
