Savannah went back to JK and entered the dressing room. She took off her clothes and looked back in the mirror.
Holy shit. Her waist was terribly bruised.
Every ti she saw Valerie, she would have trouble!
She ground her teeth to overco the pain. After changing her clothes, she went back to the studio.
However, when Savannah began the shoot, she found that even a simple movent would cause backaches.
"Savannah, what's wrong with you?" The photographer found her anomaly and asked.
"Oh, I just knocked into the table when I went out for lunch." Savannah forced a smile.
"Are you okay? You seem to be in pain. Would you like to stop and take a break?" The photographer could even see her cold sweat.
"No, I'm fine." Savannah shook her head. "It's our last day on the shoot, and I don't want to take too much of your ti."
"Go back and have a rest. We can finish the shoot later." Kevin's voice, accompanied by footsteps, entered the studio. He apparently heard their conversation.
"No, I can…" Savannah hurriedly said when she saw Kevin coming.
"I told you to go back and rest." Kevin's tone was soft but resolute. Unlike Dylan, who was a bit of a dictator and always tyrannical, Kevin was gentle, but you did not want to turn him down.
Savannah nodded and turned to the dressing room to change.
Kevin frowned as he watched Savannah walking with a marked limp. He had the impulse to send her back and take her dicine.
"Her bodyguard will drive her back," Dan said, in a low voice.
Kevin paused, resisting his impulse, and sighed with a feeling of disappointnt.
***
Savannah went downstairs. She didn't take a taxi but went straight to the bodyguard's car.
"Let's go back."
The bodyguard was a little surprised. Why did the work finish so early today? What's more, it was the first ti that Miss Schultz took the initiative to get into his car.
"What happened to you, Miss Schultz? Is there anything wrong with you?" He noticed her strange movent.
"I hit a table by accident. It's nothing." Savannah didn't ntion Valerie. If she did, perhaps the bodyguard would ask to follow her next ti. She still wanted so freedom.
"You got hurt during your lunch? Alas! Bla for not following you!" The bodyguard patted himself on his head in frustration.
"I was careless when I got up, and I bumped into a table. It's all right. Go back first." Savannah laughed.
The bodyguard, however, didn't believe it's nothing. He accompanied Miss Schultz to work these days, and he learned how dedicated she was. Miss Schultz must have been hit hard; otherwise, she would not get off work so early!
Thinking of this, he beca nervous.
"Would you like to go to the hospital for an examination? And I will call Mr. Sterling," said the bodyguard worriedly.
"No!" Savannah imdiately refused. She just had a bruise, and it would go off after she applied for so dicine and had a rest. She need not see a doctor.
As for calling Dylan, she recalled Valerie's words.
He had been so close to Abby lately that he even took Abby back to the Sterling's house for dinner.
She tried to get Dylan out of her head.
"Don't tell him! Just drive back!" She said with emphasis.
She had never given orders; this ti, she put on so air.
The bodyguard didn't dare to say no, so he could only put the car in gear and went down the street. However, after thinking about it, he secretly took out his cellphone and quickly edited a text ssage to Mr. Sterling at the traffic light.
"Mr. Sterling, Miss Schultz seed to have banged into a table and hurt her back. Now we are on the way to Beverly Hills.
***
In the car, Valerie worked herself into a temper.
She was trying to bring her cousin down but didn't expect Savannah could fight back!
Oh, Savannah even cursed her to be abandoned by Devin!
Well, let's see who would laugh last!
She couldn't wait to see Savannah sent to prison by the Sterling!
Dylan was on intimate terms with Abby lately and did not have ti to care about Savannah. He would not protect her this ti!
Thinking of this, Valerie was in a much better mood, but she couldn't rest assured.
After all, Dylan hadn't driven Savannah away.
Old Sterling left a month for Savannah, too, which ant he still had so love for the girl and did not want to kill her.
What if she escaped?
No, she must send Savannah to jail as soon as possible.
And the important witness who could help to achieve her aim… was Abby.
Valerie rolled her eyes, took out her phone, and texted Abby. Then she said to the driver,
"Stop the car, I'll walk around, you go back first."
Forty minutes later, Valerie and Abby t in a quiet cafe on the outskirts of town.
"Why did you co to alone?" Abby looked around, afraid of being seen. She felt on pins and needles.
Since Abby committed perjury at the hospital that day, she had been a little nervous about being exposed. Anyway, it was a cri to conspire with Valerie to fra Savannah.
Valerie sneered inwardly.
"Rest assured, Abby, we are in the suburbs, and I saw no one around. How can our acquaintances see us here?"
"Well, tell what you want," Abby said impatiently. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Valerie didn't speak out about her purpose directly. She just took a sip of coffee and smiled.
"You seem to glitter these days. You must have a good relationship with my uncle now, don't you?"
"Hmm," Abby's face relaxed, "Dylan has been really good to these days."
"Well, I can say that you will beco a mber of the Sterling sooner or later!" Valerie smiled.
Abby blushed. She did not say yes, but she looked confident.
"But," Valerie continued, "if Savannah still lives in Beverly Hills, I'm afraid you still have so trouble becoming my uncle's woman."
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