Chapter 441 - 441: She’s Not With Me

The next morning, Savannah's cell phone rang soon after she ditched the alarm clock.

She looked at the screen, and it was Jenkins.

Why did Jenkins call her at this time? Was there some emergent work? 

"Hello, Mr. Jenkins? What can I do for you?"

"Morning, Savannah. Oh, nothing important. If your sprained foot is still swelling, have a good rest at home. Come to work after you're completely well." Jenkins' voice was always kind.

"Thanks for your kindness… How do you know I hurt my foot?" Savannah asked in surprise.

"Oh, the security guard said you worked overtime last night and twisted your foot when you walked down the stairs."

"Ah... Did the security guard say anything else?" Savannah blushed and stammered.

Did they say she was carried downstairs by the big boss?

"What? No…" Jenkins coughed.

Savannah immediately understood. How could it be no? Jenkins must know it. He was just playing dumb.

Maybe he called her in the early morning because that man ordered him...

Dylan knew that if he gave her a break, she would refuse. That was why Jenkins called.

So, the relationship between her and that man was well known among the executives?

Otherwise, how could Jenkins be so kind to her every time?

"Anyway, take two days off first. I'll talk to the personnel department in advance. Don't worry. Have a good rest." Jenkins hung up.

Savannah lay back on her bed with a wry smile.

Though she could walk now, the sprained foot was still painful when she stood for a long time. So she followed Jenkins's advice and rested at home. Then she iced the foot and applied a compression bandage according to the procedures Kevin told her.

Two days later, the swelling on her ankle reduced, and she felt much better. She gave Jenkins a message and went back to work.

As expected, she had another busy day with more unfinished work. It was about six in the afternoon when a crew member from My Girl called.

The crew added a night scene temporarily, and they needed the design department to carry the costumes to the studio. The assistant designer in charge already got off today, so Savannah agreed to help. 

She found the costumes, packed them up, and carried the bag on her back.

The location of the studio for My Girl was at the famous film and TV production base on the outskirts of LA. 

It was more than eight in the evening when Savannah got off the taxi at the destination. The sky was completely dark.

She found the crew member of My Girl and gave her the clothes for the protagonists.

"Thank you, Miss Schultz. We wouldn't be able to make it if you haven't arrived in time," said the crew member gratefully.

"You're welcome." Savannah smiled.

Not far away, a man was talking with an actor. He heard Savannah's voice and turned to them, frowning. 

"Wait a minute!" He called before Savannah left and moved over quickly.

Savannah paused. The man coming to her was Abby's agent.

Since Abby was canceled all her work, her agent descended to an assistant in the crew.

"Is there anything else I can help with?" Savannah asked politely.

"Take these clothes to the studio over there. We're understaffed here." The agent said as he put some clothes into Savannah's arms. 

Few people knew how Abby offended the big boss, but as Abby's agent, he knew it was because of this girl. Since Abby was shut out by the company, he was also involved and half-banned. 

Now he finally had a chance to have his revenge, more or less.

The place referred by the agent was the studio used by another team of the screw of My Girl.

In order to meet the schedule and save resources, the crew sometimes shot different scenes on the same day.

Tonight, besides the scene here, they had another scene being shot at the other side of the production base. However, that studio was located among the hills, and the way to that hill was tough in the darkness.

Looking around, Savannah wanted to say no, but every staff was buzzing about. Finally, she nodded, took the clothes, and hurried down the road for another shooting studio.

It became quieter as she turned into the hill, and the tarred road was replaced by rutted and uneven muddy ground.

This place was originally a roadless hill, and the trail was installed with some street lamps after it was made into a film shooting place.

With an armful of clothes, Savannah moved slowly under the dim light. However, she didn't reach the destination after a long time. 

Maybe she went wrong?

Savannah calmed her nerves and changed another path. The lights were gone, and it was dark all around.

It was not a high hill, but it was rough and rugged. What's more, there were many paths branching in different directions. For Savannah, who was new here, it was easy to lose her way.

Despairing and frustrating, she quickened her steps. Suddenly, her right ankle hurt, and she missed her step…

Savannah fell on her head and lost consciousness.

* * *

In JK's video conference room, Dan and Kevin were discussing the business with their Japanese partners in the video. 

Kevin glanced at his phone screen every now and then, looking worried.

"What's the matter?" Dan noticed Kevin's absence and whispered in the break.

"Savannah hasn't been home yet, and she didn't answer the phone." Kevin frowned.

"You said she's been working overtime a lot these days."

"No, she promised she wouldn't work overtime before her foot completely recovered." Kevin's tone was more worried, "and I called her office number, she's not in the office…"

"It's almost twelve... Where can Savannah go?" Dan said anxiously.

Kevin stared at the phone. If she was delayed by work or something, she would give him a call at least.

Could it be...

It must be that man! Savannah was going back to Italy soon. That man didn't plan to let her go so easily! He would try all means to stop her!

Kevin's eyes darkened. He strode to the window and dialed a number.

"Where's Savannah?" His voice was deadly low.

"Didn't she go home?" A clear and surprising voice asked.

"Don't play dumb! Dylan! Where's Savannah?" Kevin clenched his teeth.

"She's not with me," Dylan said coldly.

"It's twelve now! Where else could she go if you hadn't taken her away? Dylan, I warn you, let Savannah go!"