“How’s Dylan’s case?” Mary asked when she sat down in front of Drake’s desk.

Drake looked up and met her eyes. “The first hearing will be next week.”

“You’re gonna attend?” she asked as she grabbed the folder in front of Drake’s desk, which made the latter frown.

“No. I don’t need to be there. We already surrendered him to the FBI. They will do the rest. As for me—I mean us, we need to plan for our wedding,” he asserted.

Mary’s forehead creased while her eyes were still on the document.

“I don’t want to prolong this. Dad wants to see his grandchild before—”

“Are you sure you want...