Grace Yakov's words went unanswered by Chester Yale, his dark eyes firmly fixed beyond her, on Evelyn Sherman as she approached them.
His towering figure moved, striding toward her, and he wrapped his arms around Evelyn, pulling her into his embrace.
His large hand patted her little head, fondling her hair indulgently.
Looking at her charming little face, with Grace Yakov's recent words echoing in his ears, a fleeting dim light crossed the depths of his eyes.
In his heart, power had never been as important as she was...
Chester scooped Evelyn up in a princess hug, ready to leave the Group.
"Chester Yale, wait a minute, I still have something to say to Grace Yakov!" Evelyn caught hold of his lapel in a bit of a panic, calling out in a low voice.
"..." Chester paused mid-stride, his eyebrows knitted in displeasure as he looked down at the girl in his arms, grinding his teeth.
"Evelyn, I won. Shouldn't you congratulate me first and then celebrate with me?"