"Miss Schultz, there's a new steak house near here. Would you like to try it?"
"Another Michelin-starred restaurant?" Savannah quirked up the corners of her mouth.
During her shoot in JK these days, every ti she went out for lunch, the bodyguard wanted to take her to a fancy restaurant nearby, and she refused every ti.
She knew it was Dylan's orders.
But why should they spend so much on a simple lunch?
Food in that kind of restaurant was usually more expensive than what she made in a day.
"Yes. Miss Schultz, you don't have to consider the price," the bodyguard certainly knew what she was thinking, "Mr. Sterling said you could use the card he gave you."
So, Dylan wanted to tempt her to use his money and make her a slave to his wealth; it seed.
"No, thanks. I can't eat too much before work, I won't feel well. I'll be on the next street over – you don't need to follow . Just finish your lunch."
"No, I will go with you," said the bodyguard.
"You should eat lunch too; otherwise, you won't be strong enough to protect . If soone kidnaps , you wouldn't even have the strength to fight back! What's more, I have no appetite to eat anything if you drive that car to follow !" Savannah insisted.
The bodyguard was speechless. Looking at the street she had pointed to, he nodded, finally agreeing. It wasn't a very busy street, and it wasn't very far.
"Okay... I'm on call at all tis."
Savannah nodded and headed for the food street nearby.
Did she need to use Dylan's money for just a al?
She didn't have a great capacity for luxury life, and she was not used to extravagance. A sandwich and a salad were enough for her.
The bodyguard looked at her slender back and sighed slightly. This Miss Schultz was not the sa as other young ladies he had t. She never catered to Mr. Sterling, nor did she try to please him.
Miss Schultz would rather go to a small restaurant than go to a fancy restaurant with Mr. Sterling's card.
The food street faced a busy road, gathering a lot of small restaurants. There were many fast-food restaurants - Burger King, McDonald's, pizza shops, and coffee shops. Savannah also liked the street food from stalls and carts.
She approached a small restaurant in which she always took her lunch. The restaurant today was cramd with people. After buying a hamburger and a cup of coffee, Savannah took them out and took a seat outside.
She was not particular about her environnt. As long as it was clean, the most important thing was her mood and the food itself.
She took out the hamburger and began to eat.
At this mont, a black luxury car suddenly stopped so way along the road.
In the back seat, Valerie looked in amazent at Savannah, who was eating lunch in the streets.
After spending a few weeks resting, she was much better now.
Today was her first ti out shopping after the miscarriage, she did not expect to see her cousin about halfway.
And her poor cousin ate her lunch in this kind of place alone...
Valerie smiled in a scornful way. Her sadness of losing the baby seed to be at bay for now. Looking at Savannah, she made a gesture to the driver.
The driver got out and opened the rear door.
"How did Mr. Sterling's love get reduced to eating outside by herself?" A shrill but familiar voice caught Savannah.
Savannah looked up from her hamburger and saw the woman in front of her, frowning.
It really spoiled her appetite to see her vile cousin.
She ignored Valerie and went on eating her hamburger. She wanted to return to JK to prepare to work for the afternoon after lunch, and she had no spare ti to deal with Valerie.
Valerie disliked Savannah's blatant disregard of her. She changed her face and ca towards Savannah.
"My uncle broke up with you? You looked miserable eating at a place like this. Shall I invite you to a better restaurant?"
"No, thanks," Savannah held back the urge to throw the coffee to Valerie's face.
"Oh yes, my uncle has been very close to Abby recently. He took Abby back to the Sterling's house for dinner two days ago. He hasn't seen you for a long ti, has he? I have always said that a man like Mr. Sterling would never take you seriously. You were a plaything at most, and in the end, he would always choose a more suitable woman like Abby," Valerie kept going, her words arrows dipped in poison and poised to strike Savannah.
Savannah paused. Dylan hadn't co to Beverly Hills since the last ti they t in JK.
She hadn't seen him for almost a month.
And she hadn't even thought about him seeing Abby, much less bringing her back to the Sterling's house for dinner.
He had been estranged from Old Sterling and never went back himself. Now he was willing to take Abby back!
Perhaps, as Valerie said, as a man of high social position, he would always choose a gentlewoman from a noble family like Abby, not a Cinderella-like her.
No - she wasn't even a Cinderella.
In the fairy tale, Cinderella was the duke's daughter, a princess. But what was she?
She was just an orphan girl with no background, her father dead, and her mother missing.
For a mont, Savannah was depressed. The terrible grief made it impossible for her to eat any food.
Savannah stood up and took a deep breath.
"Valerie, you and Abby conspired against . Was that really interesting? Would you rather sacrifice your own child to harm ? Are you crazy?"
Valerie lean to Savannah's ear, and, with a sickly smile, she said darkly in a low voice,
"It's very interesting! I'm glad to see you attacked by everyone, abandoned by Dylan, and hated by Old Sterling. How could it be boring?"
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