Page 26 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“And,” I lean towards Savannah until my presence crowds her space and makes her move back, “you are not to breathe a word of what happened in my office that day or how you believe I am in private”.

“One word of it, and I wash my hands of you and your case.”

She nods quickly and shoots up a thumb. “Got it!”

“Alright. Let’s get back to the office.”

As I merge onto the highway, I notice that Savannah has been quiet since we left the station. I know this has been a traumatic experience for her.

But I worry.

I worry because Savannah, who normally always has something to say—polite or not—is silent, as though waiting for something to happen.

And I cannot deal with her silence.

“So,” I say after clearing my throat, “let’s go over your story. How did you meet Brandon Portman?”

“At a party,” she says in a gloomy tone.

“What party?”

Savannah turns with a sigh, her shoulders drooping.

“It was a charity event. My father and a couple of his friends, whom he hadn’t seen in years, were attending, so he made it mandatory for Peter and me to be there as well. Although I’m sure Peter would have attended regardless.”

That doesn’t sound like the Peter I know, as fun and cheerful as he might be, but I don’t interrupt her narration.

“Brandon was there on behalf of his boss. He approached me when I stepped out for some fresh air, and we hit it off. I ended up giving him my number. After the event, my father said he saw us together.”

“At first, he didn’t accept Brandon. But Brandon won him over by asking if he could take me out and my father liked how Brandon respected him. Also, he liked how Brandon was financially secure. The two things my father needed,” she scoffed, “to push me until I finally settled for Brandon.”

I glance at Savannah.

“Did you love him?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I think I got used to him. We spent a lot of time together, and we did have fun. He also managed to continue to impress my father at every turn.”

“I guess I didn’t stop to think if I loved him. My father and Peter’s mother insisted that if I didn’t settle with him, I might not get another man like him.”

Huh.

Parental expectations.

We both have that in common, except that her father is an asshole, and mine is a meddler.

“So,” I say, “you agreed to marry him when he proposed.”

She nods. “He asked in front of my family, and he had gone to my father before to show him the ring and ask for my hand. I couldn’t say no, even though I wasn’t a hundred percent sure he was the one.”

“Then he cheated.” I say.

Her brows furrow as her lips go into a downward scowl.

“Yeah. He did. With my best friend, Alice. The crazy thing is I introduced them a year and a half ago. Alice was the only person I told about not wanting to rush into things.”

“And she advised me to follow my heart. Then I found out that while she was telling me to cut ties with Brandon, she was sleeping with him.”

“I told him the wedding was off and then I had to return the gifts and write letters myself because Brandon was nowhere to be found. He just left.”

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