Chapter 492 - 492: Give Me Back The Files

Granny Rowe didn't expect that Savannah had known about it, but she was not surprised. Now the girl was with Dylan, she might have heard of everything from Dylan.

"Now that you know it, you should also know how important that project is to the Sterling group. He must be engaged to Charlotte, and then he can get that important data back and win the bid. He's a smart guy who knows how to choose." Granny Rowe didn't care if Savannah knew it or not.

"Mrs. Rowe, you're from a big family, and all people respect you. Now in order to grab a man for your granddaughter, you even stole his corporate secrets. Very impressive," said Savannah, with a sneer.

Granny Rowe snorted and didn't say a word.

"I advise you to give me back the files. Otherwise, you'll regret it." Savannah continued.

"Are you fooling me? Why should I regret it?" Granny Rowe stayed calm and laughed.

Savannah pulled out a recording pen and shook it in front of the old lady. "You don't know, I guess, how wicked your innocent granddaughter is. Here's the evidence that Charlotte and her friend had conspired to kill me. If you don't return the files, I'll hand this recording over to the police, and not only will Charlotte be sent to jail, but the Rowe family's reputation will be ruined by having a daughter who attempted murder!"

"You're lying! You are deliberately deceiving me!" cried Granny Rowe after freezing for a moment.

Savannah turned on the recorder, and a conversation between Charlotte and a man came from it.

As Granny Rowe listened, pallor swept into her face.

Savannah turned off the recorder and looked scornfully at Granny Rowe.

Granny Rowe reacted and rushed to her at once, grabbing for the recorder.

Savannah dodged the old lady, her face darkened. "You want the recorder? Don't you know I have a backup? Give me the files first."

If the one who tried to rob her weren't an old lady, Savannah would teach her a good lesson first!

Granny Rowe balanced herself and took a deep breath, becoming quite calm.

"I'm not very patient. I'll just give you three seconds to decide." Savannah said lazily, "three, two, one."

When the last word fell, Savannah immediately stepped down.

Granny Rowe knew she was going to the police station, breaking into a cold sweat.

"Stop! All right! Give me the recording, I... I'll take the project files to you..." Though angry and unwilling, her granddaughter and family's reputation was more important after all!

Savannah paused, her beautiful smile was like a rose with thorns. "That's good," she said, "take it to me now. I'll be right here waiting for you. And remember, I don't like to wait too long."

Granny Rowe gritted her teeth, but she had no choice. She hurriedly went back to the car and ordered the driver to race back home.

Savannah entered the office building and sat down on a sofa by the window in the spacious and bright lobby on the first floor.

About half an hour later, Granny Rowe came back in a hot sweat, with a blue folder in her hand.

Looking around, she stamped to Savannah with a long face and threw the folder to Savannah.

"This is what you want, all in it. Now give me that recorder, including the backup!" She shouted in a low voice.

"What's the hurry? You can go to the café nearby and order a cup of coffee first." Savannah leered at her, slowly pulled out the USB flash drive and some paper files in the folder. Then she borrowed a notebook from the front office and inserted the USB flash drive.

Granny Rowe wanted to scream with frustration. For the first time in her life, she had to be patient in front of a little girl at her granddaughter's age and could not say anything.

After checking, Savannah put the USB drive in her bag and handed the recorder to Granny Rowe.

Granny Rowe snatched it away with a sigh of relief, frowning again. "Where's the backup? What if you go back on your word and give the backup recording to the police?"

"No backup, that's all." Savannah chuckled dryly.

"You just said there was a backup!"

"You believe it? Madam, how can you be so innocent at such an old age?" Savannah laughed scornfully.

Granny Rowe clenched her teeth, knowing that she was tricked by the wicked girl again. Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the building in a rage.

Savannah held the folder with a relieved sigh.

Just then, Garwood's voice came from behind, "Miss Schultz."

Startled, Savannah turned around and saw Garwood standing not far away. He must have seen her deal with Granny Rowe just now.

"Mr. Sterling wants to see you." Garwood came to her and said gently.

Savannah glanced at the folder in her arms. Well, just in time to return it to him.

She was whisked up to the top floor in the exclusive lift.

When Garwood knocked on the office door and led her in, Dylan was facing the large French window overlooking the city beneath him.

Holding the folder, Savannah was somewhat nervous. She walked in slowly, holding her breath.

Dylan turned about at the sound of her footsteps; his eyes, framed by graceful brows, glinted when he saw her.

Savannah clutched the folder tighter in her arms, her heart beating faster.

Needless to say, Garwood had told him what she had done.

She wondered if the man would be annoyed that she didn't tell him in advance.

While she was still in a daze, he walked slowly up to her and stopped in front of her.

"If Garwood hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you're so clever," he said, bending his lips to her ear.

Last night, Garwood reported to him how the little woman planned everything. She asked Garwood to inform the branch office in Chicago that he was going to audit the accounts. Eric was so worried that he came to LA to see Charlotte in desperation as a last resort.

Then he knew the fact that the two had conspired to cheat him three years ago.