Chapter 38 Kneeling Before The Mistress
Knowing that everyone thought Emmett was a mere fool and not capable of making decisions for the company, Savannah had no choice but to agree. “Mr. Watts shall make the decisions during the transition period. After that, Emmett and I will take over when we are more familiar with the business. What do you think?”
“Sounds like a plan! Thanks for being so understanding.”
Right then, something important came to Savannah’s mind. “By the way, there are some issues in the handover file. Mr. Watts, could you please verify them with the respective departments?”
Javon immediately searched for those handover files. Then, Savannah carefully recalled the issues raised by Emmett earlier and pointed each of them out. Once again, Javon was entirely convinced of her ability.
Old Mrs. Quaker has a good eye for getting her grandson a capable wife! Mrs. Quaker will definitely be a great helper to him.
No wonder Old Mrs. Quaker handed down the company to this couple as soon as they got married.
After they finished, Javon brought Savannah around the company to meet the head of each department. She learned that everyone was busy with the presentation of the upcoming spring-summer collections at Phillere Fashion Week.
That was a top priority project for the company. Thus, being shortlisted for the presentation was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to promote Mashion.
Although Mashion was a well-known brand locally, it was still rather difficult for them to enter the international market.
Just as Savannah was looking through the information about the fashion show, a lot of ideas formed in her mind. For some reason, she was not as satisfied with the recommendations put forward by Brooklyn previously.
Savannah was in the opinion that the proposed theme and collection were not suitable for the promotion of Mashion to the international market. They lacked uniqueness and looked merely like an imitation of some international brands.
Nonetheless, she remained silent after going through that information, only bringing some pages away to study. But in fact, she was planning on showing them to Emmett.
Savannah was unsure if Emmett knew about the fashion show and felt that she should discuss it with him to get some feedback.
When she left the company, the slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge in the sky. Savannah looked around for the car and the chauffeur of the Quaker family but to no avail.
As soon as she raised her hand to hail a cab, someone nearby rushed toward her suddenly. Thud! That person knelt before her, gripping one of her legs.
Savannah was stunned, and her eyes widened with alarm. She tried to break free of the grasp instinctively. “What are you doing? Go away!”
Lowering her head, Savannah tried to wriggle her leg free desperately. Much to her surprise, the person kneeling before her turned out to be a woman.
That woman’s hair was permed, matted, and obviously uncombed. She looked haggard, and the dark circles beneath her eyes were so intense, it was as if she had not slept for a few days.
Is she a lunatic? Has she mistaken me for someone else? Why is she kneeling and gripping my leg so tightly?
Initially, Nolan wanted to get out of the car and bring Savannah over. Upon witnessing the scene, he turned to look at Emmett and informed, “Mr. Quaker, it seems like Mrs. Quaker has encountered trouble. I’m going to help her.”
Emmett looked out the car window. At that time, Savannah had taken her phone out and warned that woman, “Let go of me, or I’ll call the cops!”
At that, he grinned. “Don’t go! Let’s sit in the car and watch!”
Despite that, the woman kept gripping Savannah’s leg tightly. She raised her head and begged, with tears streaming down her face, “Please let go of my husband! Don’t sue him!”
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else! Who are you? Who is your husband? I don’t even know you!” Savannah glanced around. Some passers-by stopped and watched because of curiosity.
“Is the wife kneeling before the mistress?” One of the passers-by remarked after overhearing their conversation about the husband.
“Mistresses nowadays are so ruthless! How dare they drive the wives insane?”
Upon hearing those remarks, Savannah was rendered speechless.
How the hell did I become a mistress?
Nevertheless, that woman kept on rambling and then replied with a quavering voice, “You know my husband, Glenn Zimmermann. He acted on impulse and hurt you a few days ago. I’m his wife, Maisie Graeme.”
Ah! She is the wife of the man who came to the office with a fruit knife and hurt someone two days ago.
“Ms. Graeme, could you please stand up and talk? Don’t kneel! You will only attract more and more unnecessary attention.”
However, Maisie refused to get up and let go of her leg. She said with sadness in her voice, “I’ll only stand up if you promise not to sue him.”
“Your husband hurt someone with a knife and threatened to kill. He will definitely be punished by the law, even if I don’t sue him!”
Hearing that, Maisie rubbed her nose and tears on her pants. “Stop lying to me! I went to the police station and was told that my husband would be detained for a few days at most. They won’t take him to the court provided that you don’t sue him!”
Savannah kept her phone and decided not to call the cops. She then tried to help Maisie up. “Please stand up, and we’ll talk about it! There has to be a solution.”
Yet Maisie was so stubborn that she refused to get up. “I’ll stand up immediately if you promise not to sue him! Our family relies entirely on him. I’m just a housewife, and the kids are still schooling. We’ll be screwed if they put him in jail.”
Initially, Savannah pitied Glenn and did not want to sue him for such a serious offense when she made a report at the police station. However, Emmett was so uncompromising that she was not able to help.
Seeing that the wife kept begging and kneeling, Savannah decided to persuade Emmett later on. “All right! I promise you! Please stand up!”
“Really? You promised not to sue him?” Maisie looked at her in disbelief.
Savannah nodded and helped her up. “What was the dispute between your husband and Mashion? Why did he go to the office to kill someone and even wanted to die together? Are you aware of his problem? If you do, then please tell me about it!”
“Mrs. Quaker, I rarely ask him about things related to his work, but recently he complained that Mashion rejected a batch of goods. Not only did those apparels comply with your company’s quality requirements, but they were also delivered on time. Ms. Brooklyn, who placed the order, informed him that the company couldn’t accept the goods because there were changes in the company’s top management. When my husband heard it, he became extremely anxious at that moment, but I didn’t understand and couldn’t help him.”
“How did you know my name?” Savannah asked with a curious expression.
Maisie replied anxiously, “After my husband was arrested, I was so worried that I asked around to find out what happened that day. Fortunately, someone in your company told me about the incident. I then realized he hurt you…”
“Who told you about that? What’s his name? Which department is he from?” Savannah suddenly became suspicious. I can’t imagine what will happen to me if Maisie seeks trouble against me impulsively like her husband after hearing the story from that person!
