Chapter 300 - 300: It’s A Small World
Chapter 300 - 300: It’s A Small World
Old Sterling never expected that Savannah didn't let Dylan save his face at all. It seemed that the contradiction between the two this time was quite deep.
Savannah lowered her head, "I'm sorry, I don't have a love of fish recently. That fishy smell makes me sick."
She didn't want to go against Dylan in front of others, but... she couldn't help it.
When he reached over with his fork, a sarcastic voice sounded in her mind: wake up, he doesn't care about you, you're just a substitute.
Cooper quickly took two steps forward and cleaned the table, breaking the embarrassment with a smile, "no fish, eat something else."
"Yeah, eat something else." Old Sterling came to his senses and said.
Dylan didn't say anything, but the dark cloud on his handsome face was still there.
Savannah ate the food in front of her silently. She wanted to finish eating as soon as possible and go back to her room.
At this awkward moment, old Sterling switched the subject and said, "Dylan, how's the project about Zagreb Film going?"
Zagreb Film was a large domestic television and entertainment company, which signed many popular stars in the entertainment circle. Due to poor management, turmoil at the top, and other reasons, Zagreb Film faced bankruptcy recently.
The Sterling Group wanted to take over Zagreb Film, but many of the stars' contracts had been transferred and sold by the company's former executive to another group.
As we all knew, the most important resource of a film and television company was its signed stars.
If you couldn't hold these stars' contracts in hand, Zagreb Film was nothing for you. It would be hard for the Sterling Group to make money with it.
Now, Dylan was pushing hard to get those contracts back.
"It should be no big problem," Dylan said dryly.
"Now who owns the contracts of the stars?" asked old Sterling.
"The Rowe Group."
Old Sterling paused, "the Rowe Group in Chicago?"
"Yeah. Lionel has come to LA to develop its business here. He's going to stay in LA for a long time. I've sent someone to negotiate with him. I heard that he's a bit interested in a project in Muse Park, and I've told him that I'd like to exchange our resources." Dylan responded confidently.
Although Muse Park was a public facility, its land belonged to the Sterling family. If Lionel wanted to run the project on Muse Park, he had to ask the Sterling family for permission.
Dylan planned to use Muse Park in exchange for the contracts of those stars in Lionel's hand.
Savannah lifted up her head from the plate when she heard Lionel's name.
Lionel?
She hadn't thought that the man she had met twice was the business partner of the Sterling Group.
"Lionel? Is he Ethan Rowe's eldest son, the young man from the Rowe family? I remember your mother's house in Chicago is right next to their house. When you were a kid, every time you went to Chicago, you would play with the brother and the sister in Rowe's family. However, this young man is not simple. I heard that he had been engaged in the family business since he was a child. Though he has a graceful appearance and is always modest and gentle, he's a sharp man in the business," said old Sterling.
Savannah was surprised that old Sterling spoke very highly of Lionel. It was not common for a young man in the domestic business circle to be estimated highly by the Sterling family.
It sounded that the Rowe family also had a high position in Chicago, and Lionel, the family's young master, was very capable and promising.
Dylan noticed Savannah's pondering expression, frowning.
In the direction of his son's gaze, old Sterling saw the complicated look on Savannah's face too. "What's the matter, Savannah?" he asked.
Looking up, Savannah found Dylan's cold penetrating eyes fixed on her. She trembled uncontrollably, and her hand almost knocked the plate down. "Oh, nothing... I heard you say, Muse Park. I happened to be there today."
"Oh, I see." Old Sterling nodded and didn't ask more.
Dylan's gaze was still cold, searching for her expression.
Savannah bolted down a few mouthfuls of food and stood up. "I'm full, sir."
"Really? Okay, Emma, take Savannah back to her room," ordered old Sterling.
After Savannah entered the room, Emma closed the door before she left for the kitchen. It's time to prepare the nourishing soup for Savannah.
When it was almost done, Emma ladled the soup out and poured it into a bowl. Turning around, she saw a tall figure standing in the doorway.
"Mr. Sterling?" Emma was surprised to see Dylan here, "what can I do for you?"
"Who did Savannah meet in Muse Park today?" Dylan's voice was frosty.
Emma took a breath, not expecting Mr. Sterling to ask this question so soon. "Besides her friend Olivia, there's another man. The man is probably in his twenties, very good-looking and gentle. Well, Miss Schultz just happened to meet him, but they seemed to know each other and chatted for a long time." She reported obediently, and then added, "of course, Olivia was there, and we were watching from a distance."
That was to say, Savannah did not show excessive intimacy with that young man.
Young man. In his twenties. Gentle and good-looking.
The corners of Dylan's mouth suggested the least trace of irony. As expected, Savannah met Lionel in the park today.
No wonder she looked so strange when she heard Lionel's name at the dinner table.
Did they chat for hours? Then it couldn't be the first time they met. Maybe they had known each other for a long time.
Oh, the little woman had been hiding so many things from him.
The cloud on Dylan's face darkened under the kitchen light.
***
Meanwhile, upstairs.
As soon as Emma left, Savannah sat down at the table and turned on her computer.
It's a small world.
The man she had met twice had business relations with the Sterling family and was even Dylan's childhood friend.
She googled 'Lionel Rowe', and an encyclopedia page popped up.
Lionel Rowe (born September 21, 1990) is Ethan Rowe's eldest son.
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After graduating from Harvard, he became the youngest executive general manager of the Rowe Group.
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He is proficient in five languages, unmarried.