He was here today, and she could have his advice.
Dylan picked up the soup, his lips twitching up in a half-smile.
Well, even if it tasted bad, he wouldn't be killed.
Savannah gave him a spoon at once.
He scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
Although the appearance was not good, the taste was finally much better than the previous one. Yeah, it was okay now, but far from delicious.
At least, he could accept it. But he really had no hope in her cooking.
"Are you sure you have made a lot of progress?" Dylan teased.
Savannah heard the sarcastic tone of his remarks but did not give up, "is it all right?"
"Well, not bad. At least it won't make throw up." Dylan always had a sharp tongue.
Savannah bit her lip. Though she wanted to hear the truth, she didn't like such vicious comnts...
Compared with Dylan, maybe she had little talent for cooking.
This man could easily make a plate of delicious spaghetti. What about her? After studying recipes for so many days, she still failed to make a good soup. She had even consulted Donna over the phone when she did the cooking.
It seed that God was telling her to stop cooking.
Dylan stared at the little woman in low spirits, then suddenly took up the soup and sucked it again. "My sister troubled you again today?" He put the bowl down and asked.
"Yes. I'm okay. She was driven away by the bodyguard." Savannah looked at him, knowing that the bodyguard had reported to him.
He knew, of course, that Susan had not hurt her, or he would go straight to Susan instead of coming here.
Savannah thought of sothing by this question. "What did you do to Devin that night?" She tentatively asked.
"Did Susan say anything?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.
"Susan kept cursing, saying Devin was hard by ... You've punched Devin before, but Susan had never been so mad…"
"So you think I must have punished Devin seriously this ti, right?" He has a hint of a smile on his lips.
She nodded.
"I can only say everything he has suffered is what he deserves. Every ti you go out, let the bodyguard stay close to you. I will also send a few more bodyguards to follow you at the press conference secretly."
In the current situation, Susan was in a fit of anger now. She dared not co to him and would certainly vent her anger on Savannah instead.
Today Susan failed; tomorrow, she might take action again.
He should send more people to follow Savannah just in case.
Savannah nodded obediently at his serious tone, though she didn't like to be followed by anyone.
* * *
The weekend was coming soon.
The ga press conference began at 7 p.m.
According to the arrangent, JK would send a car to pick up Savannah to the hotel where the conference was held. She was supposed to be there two hours in advance to change clothes and makeup.
In the evening, Savannah walked out of the Beverly Hills and saw a Lincoln, black and elegant, in the sunset.
This was clearly not a car sent by JK.
She was startled to see Garwood, dressed in a tuxedo, get out of the driver's seat, and open the rear door. "Miss Schultz, please."
"Didn't JK prepare a car for ? How would you... "
"Mr. Sterling had noticed Mr. Wills that he would prepare everything and send you there."
Savannah took a deep breath. Dylan wouldn't give Kevin a chance to get along with her.
Then she found two gray-blue SUVs behind Lincoln.
From the windows, Savannah saw several strong n inside the two cars, which obviously we're going to the hotel with the Lincoln.
"These people…" She was amazed.
"Mr. Sterling should have told you. These are the bodyguards who will go to the press conference to protect you today." Said Garwood as he made a sign.
The doors of the two SUVs opened, and a total of six bodyguards got out, walked to Savannah, and bowed, "Miss Schultz!"
She let out a sigh. Dylan had ntioned that he would send more people to follow her today, but she didn't expect such pomp and circumstance.
She nodded her head helplessly and then got on the Lincoln.
Followed by two powerful SUVs, the Lincoln made its way to the hotel.
***
Arriving at the hotel, Savannah changed into the customized garnt and put on makeup.
Dan and a female assistant from JK took Savannah out of the locker room.
She was very nervous, and her hands were sweaty. To be honest, she lacked confidence.
She was far less famous than those big stars. Would those journalists question her? Would they despise her? Would they say JK chose the wrong person?
Looking up, a familiar figure stood at the end of the corridor. Kevin, as JK's boss, attended the press conference in a silver-grey suit, elegant and graceful in manner.
"Mr. Wills," she said, smiling.
It was better to call him Mr. Wills in public to avoid any unkind guess from reporters. Although she had not entered the entertainnt industry, she knew very well what the dia used to do.
Kevin, of course, understood what she was thinking and did not contradict her.
"Don't be nervous." He smiled and said, "the so-called press conference was just an advertising campaign to introduce Fairy World to the dia. JK has a good relationship with the dia, and they won't embarrass you. They will just ask you so official questions."
Savannah beca composed now. She followed Kevin to the back of the stage.
"Now, let's welco the spokesperson for Fairy World, a remarkable new model, Miss Schultz!" The MC's voice ca from the stage.
Kevin looked at Savannah encouragingly.
Savannah took a deep breath and walked out with a smile.
The spotlight shone down, focusing the girl on the stage.
The participants fell silent, and all eyes in the hall were fixed on Savannah.
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