In fact, she thought about returning K&G to Dylan after he called off the wedding.
After all, K&G was bought by him for her. Now that the marriage was off, she had no reason to keep the company. She doesn't want to hold anything that reminds her of him.
She called Garwood, but he said Mr. Sterling never asked back what he had given away. Since K&G was given to her, it was hers.
After several fruitless calls, Savannah did not insist.
Dylan was always generous to her with his money. He could pay double or three tis the price to buy Green Bay back to her, and of course, he would not want K&G back now. She had given him a son, and as he said, he would at least ensure her a good and wealthy life.
Besides, too much had happened between them. It was impossible to figure out how much they owned each other, and they could never be even.
* * *
By evening, Savannah was washed out from overwork. She left the computer and stretched herself.
Looking out of the window, she saw the black sky full of stars.
Another hard day.
But this kind of hard work made her very comfortable.
At the very least, she could imrse herself in the busywork and had no ti to think about other things, especially the scars hidden deep in her heart.
But when she stopped, her thoughts returned to that man...
Sothing as sudden and painful as stings ca to her heart now and then.
How long had it been since she saw that man last ti?
She wouldn't rember, maybe more than a month...
These days, thanks to Kaiden and Garcia's accompany, she didn't have a very hard ti. Kevin also stayed in LA and called to console her from ti to ti.
Just then, soone knocked at the office door.
"Co in," she roused herself.
"Miss Schultz, you're wanted now. Ms. Morton is waiting outside." Tina reported at the door.
Savannah didn't like to be called Boss, so Tina and others still called her "Miss Schultz".
"Please ask her to co in," Savannah said, raising her brows, surprised at her mother's sudden arrival.
Joanne and Ethan had divorced, so she was no longer Mrs. Rowe.
A mont later, Joanne ca in. She looked at her daughter's thin face with concern and slightly sighed when she noticed the drawings and docunts on her desk.
She wanted to go to Dylan when she learned about the sudden cancellation of their wedding days ago, but Savannah stopped her.
It was understandable.
After all, Dylan called off the wedding himself.
It would be a sha for Savannah if the man agreed to marry her under pressure from her family. And it was most probably useless.
Joanne knew that her daughter was busy at work, spending almost 20 hours a day in the office. It might be good for her to obsess overwork, or at least she could temporarily forget the pain.
She knew Savannah need ti to recover, but she still felt pain for her when she saw her pale and wan face.
"Sit down, mom. Tina, get a cup of tea." Savannah led Joanne to the sofa.
"How's it going?" Joanne took her hand and felt it cold and bony.
"Not bad. The company is doing well. I thought it would go bankrupt in less than half a month under my managent. Maybe it was luck. YSHEN, a famous overseas clothing design company, sent us an invitation for cooperation. If we can work with YSHEN, it's a chance for K&G to build an international reputation and go abroad."
Joanne smiled and nodded as she listened. Savannah tried to pick up her spirit, but she couldn't be good inside.
Disappointed love left her bitter and twisted.
"Oh, mom, what do you want to see for?" Savannah asked.
"Are you free now? Go out with mum. Soone wants to see you." Joanne said softly with a hesitating look on her face.
"Who?" Savannah was surprised.
"You'll see."
Savannah asked no more and left the company with Joanne.
After about ten minutes, the car stopped at a five-star hotel.
A senior waiter in a black and white uniform ca over and pulled open the door.
"Mr. Morton is waiting for you." He said respectfully.
Savannah paused. Mr. Morton? She guessed who she was going to see.
Joanne took her daughter's hand, heading into the hotel.
They walked into a quiet box. A tall old man was sitting by the French window.
The man looked the sa age as old Sterling, but he looked hale and hearty and imposing. Behind him, there were two burly bodyguards.
Joanne was featured in this old man.
Savannah imdiately knew that the old man waiting for them in the hotel was her grandfather, Raymond Morton, the chairman of the Morton group.
She was surprised that he would co to LA from Chicago, especially to et her.
This old man, connected with her by blood, was her family, but he was also the one who separated her father and mother.
That year, he found his lost daughter and forced her to leave her husband and daughter. After that, her father died in a car accident made by Granny Rowe, without knowing the whereabouts of his beloved wife. Her grandfather broke up a happy family, and because of him, she lost her parents and grew up alone.
So now, Savannah had mixed feelings about the old man.
He was just a protective father to his daughter, and he was excusable. But she could not forgive him at once and was sowhat resentful.
"Savannah, that's your grandpa," Joanne said softly.
Raymond looked over and saw them. The young woman standing next to Joanne looked almost the sa as Joanne. He stood up, trembling with excitent.
"You are Savannah, aren't you?" He ca over on her.
Savannah, without a word, avoided the old man's excited eyes and retreated behind Joanne.
Raymond looked lost, but he could understand his granddaughter's reaction.
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