142 Chapter 142: Framing Is A Crime

"Savannah, Mr. Sterling told you not to leave," Judy said, running after Savannah.

"I know. I'm going to find him."

"Then let the bodyguard follow you."

"Don't—Judy, please. It's all right. I'll be back in a minute. I just want to talk to him," Savannah begged.

Dylan must have told the bodyguard not to let her go out of the house these days. If the bodyguard came, she wouldn't be able to go out today.

Judy hesitated and finally agreed.

Savannah snuck out the door and took a taxi to the Sterling group.

Arriving at the company, before she got out of the taxi, she saw a familiar figure talking on the phone as he walked out of the building.

It was Garwood.

"Okay, I'll be right over. Yes, sir… everything is ready, as you told."

Garwood hung up and got into his car.

In the taxi, Savannah saw that Garwood seemed to be going to find Dylan.

"Please follow the black car in front of you," Savannah said to the driver.

The taxi followed Garwood's car along the road and stopped in front of a grand hotel in twenty minutes.

That hotel was one of the Sterling's businesses.

Garwood stopped his car, got out, opened the door of the trunk, pulled out a large bouquet of red roses, and headed for the hotel.

Savannah was surprised. What is Garwood doing? Why is Garwood sending Dylan roses?

Without thinking too much, she paid the money to the driver and hurried in, following Garwood.

Garwood walked directly to the western restaurant on the first floor of the hotel, reached a private booth, and stopped.

Savannah hid behind the wall.

"Sir," Garwood knocked at the door before he came in with the flowers. After a short while, he came out and left.

Dylan was in that booth.

Savannah came nearer cautiously and fortunately found the door to not be closed.

A conversation between a man and a woman came from the booth.

"Dylan! What a beautiful bouquet of roses! Did this come by air from Bulgaria? I love it!" A happily surprised voice came from a woman.

It was Abby's voice. Savannah froze.

"I'm glad you like it," Dylan said.

"I'll put these in my bedroom," she gushed.

Dylan was with Abby...

And he ordered Garwood to send her a bunch of roses.

Doesn't he hate Abby and even used herself to drive her away?

An inexplicable mood hit Savannah, but she restrained her feelings. Their conversation continued.

"Dylan, I thought you were angry that I… said Savannah pushed Valerie," said Abby carefully.

"She did do something wrong. Why should I blame you?" Dylan said lightly.

"Do you really believe me? You don't think I wronged her?" said Abby inquiringly.

Abby shuddered and forced a smile, "Of course. I certainly didn't frame her. I actually saw her push Valerie downstairs. I'm just afraid you won't believe me. After all, you were very protective of her that day, but now your attitude changed... "

"I thought about it later. In fact, she never had a good relationship with her cousin. And she has been spoiled by me. It wouldn't be too surprising if she had pushed Valerie down the stairs in the heat of the moment," he said.

Outside, Savannah could not help scratching the door.

Was that why he didn't come to Beverly Hills for several days? Was it because he got over it and believed that she pushed Valerie?

Abby's face glowed with delight, and then she said inquiringly,

"Now Susan is going to put Savannah in jail, will you protect her this time?"

Savannah silently gnawed her lip. Sure enough, Susan wanted to sue her and send her to jail…

"My father was so angry that he also dressed me down. I can't help her. That's what she did," Dylan's voice was cold and emotionless.

Savannah's heart sank.

"Don't worry," Abby said reassuringly when heard that he was scolded by old Sterling, "I'm going to tell old Sterling that it's none of your business. Old Sterling won't blame you for the sake of the relation between our families."

"You are so kind to me, Abby. All right, let's not talk about her," Dylan's face softened.

"Okay!" Abby was delighted.

Dylan has finally figured out who's best for him and who can help him, she thought, delighted.

Abby obediently asked no more, "waiter!"

Savannah recovered, trying to run away, but accidentally hit the door.

They looked doubtfully out of the door.

Savannah turned around in pain but ran into the waiter.

"Miss, this is the high VIP box. What are you doing here?" asked the waiter.

Dylan got up with a cool look. He strode to open the door and pulled Savannah in.

"What are you doing here?" Abby was surprised.

"Garwood!" Dylan shouted.

Garwood ran down the corridor. "Miss Schultz!" He was startled to see Savannah here too.

"Take her back!"

"Miss Schultz, please --" Garwood gasped and walked to Savannah.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to bother you." Savannah looked at Abby, "but before that, I want Abby to go to the Sterling's house with me, and tell old Sterling what happened that day. I'm innocent!"

"What do you mean... I wronged you?" Abby raised her tone.

"You know it," Savannah sneered, "you know what the truth is!"

"Dylan, I didn't wrong her," Abby turned to Dylan and said in a pathetic voice.

"You've done something wrong, and you want someone else to lie for you? Go back now!" Dylan's eyes flashed, gazing at Savannah.

Savannah refused to leave. It took her all this time to find him, and now, after she had worked hard to track him down, he was with Abby? Savannah couldn't explain why her heart hurt.

Dylan caught Savannah by her wrist and pulled her to his chest.

Abby looked triumphant, and her chin cupped in her hand as if she was looking at something amusing.

"Dylan --" Savannah said, sounding frustrated, as she struggled in his grasp, "let me go! I didn't push Valerie, I didn't kill the unborn baby! Didn't you say you believe me?"