Chapter 482 - 482: Stop Pestering Dylan

"Savannah Schultz," Granny Rowe said grimly, "I can admit you're Joanne's daughter, but you have to remember, you will never be the daughter of the Rowe family. The real lady of the Rowe family is Charlotte. She should possess the best. So, don't argue with her for anything or anybody. I don't care what relationship you have with Dylan before. But now, you should quit immediately, and stay away from him!"

A cool smile played on Savannah's lips as she listened.

The Rowe family were so arrogant and selfish.

What did Granny Rowe think she was?

She was Joanne's daughter, no matter if the old lady admitted it or not!

As for the daughter of the Rowe family, she didn't care!

"Don't you understand?" Granny Rowe gritted her teeth, "I told you to stop pestering Dylan. Maybe I could treat you like half a granddaughter!"

Savannah almost burst out laughing. Wasn't the old lady too arrogant to think she would like to be half her granddaughter?

Bah!

"But I'm going to rob all Charlotte likes from her. The more she likes Dylan, the more I want to take him away from her." She tilted her head and sneered.

Granny Rowe was so angry that she couldn't say a word, her face turned red and twisted.

She didn't know this wicked girl was so tough!

Savannah stood up, approaching Granny Rowe. "In short," she leaned over and whispered, "whatever your granddaughter wants, I will never let her have. I will keep her alive in tears."

With that, she turned and walked towards the door.

Granny Rowe collapsed on the sofa in a daze and couldn't bring her fingers to life for quite a while!

***

After Savannah returned to Zagreb Film, she took over the styling work of a new play and spent almost every day on the production team.

This day, when she was working on the design of the next play in the studio, she heard a clearly commanding noise from heels at the door.

Looking up, Savannah saw Charlotte pull over the door curtain and rush towards her.

"You bitch! You got my grandma into the hospital!!" She cried in anger as she lifted her hand to slap her.

Savannah flung her arm quickly to grab Charlotte's wrist, giving her a smack in her face with another hand!

The slapping sound echoed in the empty studio!

"You dare to slap me?" Charlotte took a step back, covering her swollen face in disbelief.

"Why not? Who do you think you are? I was only defending myself when a mad dog came upon me and attacked me!" Savannah crossed her arms.

"You bitch!" Charlotte's eyes were red with anger. She glared at Savannah and shouted, "What did you say to my grandma yesterday? She was attacked by high blood pressure and was sent to the hospital! I'll fight it out with you!"

Oh? The old lady was sick?

Savannah smiled with satisfaction. No wonder Charlotte charged in like a mad dog, it was because her patron fell.

Before Charlotte rushed over to start another fight, Savannah picked up the scissors on the table in front of her, pointing the tip at Charlotte!

"What do you want?" Charlotte stopped and looked at Savannah in horror.

"Self-defense. The scissors are sharp for clothes. I wonder how it works in your face. Want to try, Miss Rowe?" Savannah's lips curled in a sly smile.

Charlotte, with a pale face, didn't dare to touch her again. She rolled her eyes, and an idea came to her mind.

"Help! Someone! Help..." She began to shout.

Didn't Savannah use this trick to trap her in front of Dylan? She would like to give Savannah the taste of being framed too!

Here was the place where Savannah worked. What if Savannah's colleagues saw that she pointed a pair of scissors at her?

Savannah understood what she was trying to do. She tried to cover her mouth as her voice grew louder, only to hear a young female voice coming outside.

"What's it?"

The sound was so familiar. Savannah paused, looking at the coming girl, her eyes glowing with excitement and joy.

Charlotte held the girl by the arm as if she had just been bullied.

"Call the police... The stylist just got a pair of scissors to stab me... Did you see that? She still has scissors in her hand!"

The girl, however, hit Charlotte's hand off with a sneer. "I didn't see her take the scissors. I saw you were going to hit her. She was just defending herself."

Charlotte was stunned, not expecting the girl would side with Savannah. She looked closely at the girl in front of her and found that she seemed familiar.

"So? Do you still want to call the police?" The girl pulled out her cell phone and shook it in front of Charlotte.

Charlotte took a deep breath and gave Savannah a hard stare, stomped her foot, and left.

As soon as Charlotte disappeared from their sight, the girl looked at Savannah with her usual bright smile. "Savannah, why not contact me after you came back! If I hadn't seen your latest update on Twitter, I still don't know you're back! Do you want me to break up with you?"

Savannah rushed to hug the girl, tears out of her eyes.

"Olivia!"

The girl in front of her was Olivia. They had not seen each other for three years.

Compared to the little model three years ago, Olivia had longer hair and became more feminine, looking more confident.

Of course, Savannah didn't forget her best friend. Although the memories they had after she knew Dylan was not clear now, she still kept this friend in her heart.

They hugged each other for a long time before they sat down to talk over what had been going on in the past three years. Olivia finally knew why Savannah disappeared three years ago.

"I told you that Charlotte approached you up to no good. She ruined your wedding and stepped in between you and Dylan three years ago, and now she still didn't give up? It's lucky you didn't forget me, or I'd die of grief..." Olivia put on a wounded expression, as she said.