Chapter 2: You’re A Wild One
Evelyn spat out her drink, going into a momentary loss for words at her name.
A rush of shocked and angry sounds from the surrounding people followed, and she glanced around. Everyone had their gaze on her, confused, unbelieving, angry, and amused.
She took her glasses off. Why were they all gaping at her like that?
Slowly and cautiously, she moved over to approach Geralt, asking, "A-are you sure...you didn’t read that wrong, Mr. Geralt?"
"I’m as surprised as every one else," Geralt responded. "But none of this is a mistake. His signature is right here."
What the...
She looked over to Preston. He was turning red, losing it.
"What is the meaning of this?" Preston questioned, brown eyes sharp with anger. "Is this some sick joke?"
Mr. Geralt rose from his seat. "Sir Preston, please calm down—"
"Why would my father leave TDG to her?"
"That I don’t know. But it is his wish, as I’ve read."