114 Chapter 114: Why Was She Coming Here?

Miller's face slightly changed when she saw a beautiful figure coming out from the elevator.

It's Savannah.

Didn't she quarrel with Mr. Sterling? Why was she coming here?

Savannah went to Miller and said, "Please tell Dylan, I'm here to see him."

Dylan? So personal...

Did she still regard herself as the closest person to Mr. Sterling?

Did she forget how Dylan drove her out of the office so quickly?

Anyway, Abby had been very close to Mr. Sterling these days, and she would knock this little model out sooner or later!

Thinking of this, Miller did not pretend to be polite like before, she frowned and replied impatiently, "Ms. Schultz, you had worked as a secretary for a few days, and as you know, Mr. Sterling does not like to be interrupted at work." Her voice was stern.

"I just want to ask him a few questions, and I will leave in a few minutes."

"Mr. Sterling's time is precious. A few minutes? Even a second is worth hundreds of millions!" snorted Miller.

Savannah's lips twitched. Oh, she was given the cold shoulder and even driven away from Dylan's office by him last time, so Miller completely changed her attitude to her now.

Miller was a real social snob.

She said nothing more and crept to the sofa in the corner and sat down.

Okay, she would wait.

Miller looked at Savannah, waiting on the sofa with a sickly smile.

Savannah used to be cared for and protected by Mr. Sterling, but now, Mr. Sterling did not take her seriously anymore.

"Ms. Schultz, this is the executive office area of the company, and it's only for big, important clients. It's unsuitable for you to sit here. Please leave at once." Miller came to Savannah with her very high-heeled shoes, pointing to the elevator with an arrogant gesture.

She vented out all the humiliation she had suffered that day in Beverly Hills on Savannah now. She wanted to take her revenge against her, and she thought this would be a perfect time.

"I'm just sitting here waiting for Mr. Sterling. How is that unsuitable?"

"Ms. Schultz, you mean you don't want to go? Good." Miller went back and dialed a number.

In less than a minute, a fat security guard stepped out of the elevator and hurried over. "Ms. Miller, what can I do for you?"

Miller squinted at Savannah. "Ms. Schultz has no appointment, but she insists on waiting for Mr. Sterling here. She interfered with my work; please lead her out."

The security guard turned to Savannah fiercely, "Get out of here!"

"I'm here waiting for Mr. Sterling to come out. What entitles you to ask me to leave?" Savannah was still sitting on the sofa, not moving an inch.

"I'd like to see how rude you can be!" Savannah blurted out.

The security guard was surprised to see no fear in the little woman.

Miller gritted her teeth. "Don't stand there, gawking!"

Then the security guard responded and stepped forward. He raised his hairy arms and was about to pick up Savannah when the most luxurious door opened at the end of the corridor.

Dylan, in a black business suit, watched the scene outside the door coldly, his gaze falling on the security guard's arm in the air.

His gaze was calm but dignified. It came through the air on the security guard like a sharp arrow, making the man in front of Savannah tremble in fear. The security guard lowered his arm, instinctively, "M... Mr. Sterling…"

Miller stepped towards Dylan and complained first, "Mr. Sterling, I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. Schultz came without an appointment but cried to see you. I said, you are very busy now, but she made a scene in the office area. I didn't want to be like this, but she disturbed the office routine. I had to call security... "

"Yes, Mr. Sterling," the security guard agreed, "this young lady was so hard on me when I politely asked her to leave just now. She was very rude and even cursed Ms. Miller. I'm pulling her out of here now, Mr. Sterling…"

Savannah laughed angrily. When did she make a scene and curse Miller?

Their blisters were all directed against her, and she had no time to explain.

Dylan, however, did not seem to hear the two people complaining. He turned to Savannah. "Is that true?"

Savannah paused, then said, word for word, "I didn't make a scene. I asked Miller to help me to tell you that I want to see you, but she refused. I was going to wait for you here, but Miller asked the security guard to drive me away, saying that this is a place for big customers."

Dylan listened quietly and walked to an office desk, expressionless. He pressed a number.

"Come to my office now."

In no time, a security manager who appeared to be superior in rank came. "Mr. Sterling, is there anything I can do for you?"

"This guy is fired." Dylan raised his long arm and pointed to the security guard who had been almost rude to Savannah.

The security manager was stunned for a moment before he went to his subordinate and pulled him away.

Miller felt a cold sweat running down her back. Mr. Sterling and Savannah had quarreled not long ago, and Mr. Sterling even spent the night with Abby the day before yesterday.

But at the moment, Mr. Sterling fired the security guard because he almost offended Savannah.

She felt terrible all over, holding her breath.

Dylan took a glance at Miller before he turned to Savannah, hand in pocket. His tall figure was reflected on the marble floor.

"I'll give you one more chance to decide, should I fire her or not."

Last time, the little woman chose to forgive Miller.

This time he wanted to see if the little woman was still softhearted.