?<strong>Chapter 787:</strong>


    The next day, the news about Patty having a high fever spread.


    Savannah was in the garden, pruning flowers and nts, waiting for Patty to take the me for her.


    But instead, she only received news about Patty’s illness.


    Savannah’s grip on the pruning shears tightened, and she cut the stem fiercely.


    She was so annoyed that she sneered coldly.


    “Falling ill at this time? What a coincidence! Ha-ha!”


    “Princess, what should we do now? Miss Hunt can’t take the me for you now, but the election is the day after tomorrow!” Her servant sounded very anxious.


    “Since she’s sick, I’ll release a statement for her,” Savannah said coldly, clenching her fists tightly.


    Then, she asked someone to write an article “rifying” the matter about her and directly posted it online using Patty’s ount.


    Patty was simple-minded, so Savannah didn’t find it hard to guess her password.


    When Savannah saw that more and more people were seeing the article she posted on Patty’s ount, she believed the issue was now resolved.


    She put down her phone and said to the servant, “It’s time to settle the affairs rted to the Johns family.”


    In Ansport, the capital city of Lorpond, Dane had just finished a morning meeting at Johns Group.


    As soon as he returned to his office, his assistant hurriedly approached him.


    “Mr. Johns, two people from Pearl Group are here.”


    Dane’s eyes flickered slightly.


    “What are they here for?”


    “I don’t know, Mr. Johns. They are in the reception room, waiting for you.”


    Dane went to the reception room and saw two well-dressed people sitting on the sofa.


    They were from the Pearl Group.


    As soon as they saw Dane, they smiled cunningly.


    One of them took the initiative to greet Dane and introduce himself.


    “Hello, Mr. Johns. My name is Colson Gray, and I’m the CEO of Pearl Group.”


    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gray. What brings you to ourpany today?”


    Colson and the other man exchanged nces, seemingly surprised.


    Colson said, “Mr. Johns, we didn’t expect you to be so humorous. We’re here for the raw materials, of course.”


    “What raw materials? I’m sorry. We’re not nning any coboration with you at the moment,” Dane replied, shaking his head.


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