It was a message from Julian.
[Julian]: Grandpa's back. He wants to meet my wife. Are you free sometime soon?
Evelyn stared at the text, a little thrown off.
She hadn't expected Gerald Everett to learn about her so fast.
But thinking about it now, it actually made sense.
After all, she and Julian hadn't exactly been low-key. They weren't hiding it.
If Gerald had been keeping tabs on his grandson, learning about her wasn't a stretch at all.
She quickly typed a response, sending Julian her schedule for the day.
Meanwhile, Julian was lounging on the sofa in his office, slouched back with his phone spinning in his hand.
Across from him sat an older man with sharp eyes and a stern face—Gerald himself.
Gerald narrowed his gaze, sizing Julian up. He looked like he
