Evelyn Grant set down her knife and fork, her eyes sparkling as her voice lifted.
"Wow, so many! Thank you, Mr. River!"
Evelyn Grant accepted the gifts with a lingering smile. She was in such a good mood that she snapped a photo and sent it to Yara Summers before putting her phone down to focus on her meal.
They didn't say much, but the atmosphere was comfortable and warm.
River Walsh had wanted to stay with her a little longer, but he received an urgent call from a subordinate. A company matter required him to return to Corvin immediately.
He had been in Corvin for two days, and everything was quiet—not a single issue. Yet, the moment he was away for half a day, an emergency cropped up.
River Walsh's brow tightened. He ended the call curtly, a faint shadow of gloom in his eyes, but he masked it well as he looked up, his expression full of apology. "Evelyn, I'm sorry. Something's come up at the company, and I have to go back."
