Marrying a Dumb Husband

Chapter 64 Paternity Test

“Ethereal Charm,” old Mrs. Quaker repeated the name, “This is a good one. You should find a translator and translate this name to the languages of Ferropene and Anglandur. It will give the foreigners a taste of our culture and style.”

Savannah agreed that the name suited her designs well. It also expressed the central theme of her designs. “Understood, old Mrs. Quaker,” she replied.

“That idiot, Emmett even knows how to suggest a name.” Madelyn felt increasingly insecure when she saw how well-designed Savannah’s outfits were. She initially thought that letting a retard take over Mashion would create a laughing stock.

But she had never expected Savannah to help Emmett reorganize the company and even design such breathtaking collections. If this continued, the woman would eventually help Emmett become a threat to the interest of the mother and son duo.

“The name was not something that I thought of,” Emmett said with a dull look in his eyes. Even his voice wavered from a lack of confidence. “My wife thought of it earlier. I merely remembered because she told me about it before.”

“My foolish brother is really blessed to have such a stunning and competent wife,” Osborn sneered coldly as he mocked Emmett ruthlessly.

Osborn was shocked when he witnessed the fashion show but kept his silence due to the presence of old Mrs. Quaker. He could not keep his gaze off Savannah; she had produced such a wonderful surprise. Instinctively, he felt drawn to her.

He was utterly jealous that a retard like Emmett could marry such a capable wife. They were not suited for each other at all. Osborn was determined to hatch a plan to catch Savannah into his grasps. He was confident that she would not be immune to his charms.

His expression towards Savannah was like a predator fixated on its prey.

Savannah felt repulsed when she saw the perverted expression painted on his face. She could only hope that Sydney would marry this bastard as soon as possible and keep him under control to prevent him from inflicting harm on others.

“You are so much more fortunate as compared to Emmett,” she said to Osborn.

“That’s not true,” Madelyn replied modestly in front of the onlookers.

“Yes, it is! He has the luck of having multiple girlfriends,” Savannah replied with a small smile.

Everyone present on set had to stifle their laughter when they realized the true meaning of Savannah’s statement. They were too fearful of Madelyn to laugh out loud.

“Honey, what is the meaning of that?” Emmett asked under the pretense of playing dumb.

“It’s nothing,” Savannah smiled and placated him, “You do not have that type of luck.”

Both Madelyn and Osborn’s faces turned green and white with anger. Madelyn glared venomously at Savannah with an intense urge to rip off her smart mouth.

Osborn remained quiet as he thought darkly. Once she belonged to him, he would take dirty pictures of her and post them all over the internet. Let’s see if she still dared to mock him after that!

All of a sudden, he thought of a certain individual. It had been nearly a month since he last contacted her; maybe he would get a taste of Savannah with her help.

Emmett let out a small ah when he caught sight of the murderous looks directed to Savannah from Madelyn and Osborn. He felt a flicker of worry in his heart. It would be better if he instructed Nolan to dispatch more guards to protect Savannah in secret.

Old Mrs. Quaker chuckled at Savannah. “You tend to keep to yourself most of the time, but when you speak, your words are rather ruthless. You shouldn’t tease Osborn so much. He is rather petty and would get angry if you continue.”

“Old Mrs. Quaker, this is nothing. Osborn is kind and cheerful. How could he take such things to heart?” Madelyn interrupted with a forced smile whilst she clutched at Savannah’s arm. “We are all just playing around to make the mood a little livelier,” she said to the onlookers.

Savannah couldn’t help but feel impressed at Madelyn’s way with words. She was very convincing and could twist her words to persuade other people. Besides, everyone here was not close with Madelyn. They would not be able to tell that she was an evil mistress that destroyed families in order to raise her status.

At that moment, Savannah finally realized that a person’s appearance could not be assumed to be their true color. Instead, it would be observed through their behavior.

Savannah kept the smile on her face as she secretly yanked her arm back from Madelyn’s grip. She had no wish to ruin her fashion show because of Madelyn.

She did not retort against Madelyn’s words and smiled. “I would welcome any ideas for improvement instead of just praises. If we are a success in Fashion Week, this would bring fame to Mashion’s reputation and increase everyone’s earnings in the company.”

“You are right,” Old Mrs. Quaker nodded in approval. “I think that your designs are not bad. But when it comes to model selections, you should not take this matter lightly. The models are the framework of your outfits so it is important to make a good choice,” she suggested.

Savannah nodded her head in agreement and peeked a glance at Emmett. As expected, old Mrs. Quaker had excellent taste. She’d already argued that the models Emmett selected were unsuitable. It was all because of his insistence that prevented her from making her own choices.

Emmett lowered his head and pretended that he hadn’t heard what old Mrs. Quaker had said. If necessary, he was willing to discuss more on the female models. Nevertheless, he would not allow any changes to the male models. What if they were too good-looking or fit? Savannah might become foolishly charmed by their looks and physique!

After old Mrs. Quaker’s advice, everyone else began to chime in with suggestions of their own. Savannah hurriedly jotted down their ideas with the notebook and pen that she kept along with her. Even if the propositions were not helpful she was determined to use them as a reference.

Such a small show was no big deal in the company. Madelyn and Osborn took the time out to watch the show with bad intentions. However, they did not dare to cause any trouble with old Mrs. Quaker present at the scene.

Once the show ended, Emmett accompanied old Mrs. Quaker back home.

Savannah remained at the office to clear up the show with a few coworkers. They neatly arranged the various drafts and pictures from the miniature fashion show in the office.

Savannah observed the pictures and videos that had been recorded of the show earlier. She couldn’t help but imagine how her final designs would look like when presented at the Phillere Fashion Week. It was a pity that she most likely wouldn’t be present at Phillere.

Once she left with her child, she would leave all the final products to Mashion. This way, she wouldn’t owe the Quaker family anything.

Unconsciously, she scribbled a few lines on a piece of designed paper – we both owe each other nothing.

She felt a pang of sudden disappointment when she looked at the words that she had written. Yet, Savanah brightened her mood again and continued to clear up the files on her desk before she headed home.

The moment she stepped out of the company’s doors, her phone rang with a call from Sydney.

“Where are you? Are you free to talk?”

“Yes,” Savannah kept her conversations with Sydney curt and straight to the point. She did not wish to waste any time.

“I’ve consulted the doctor, I can take a DNA test once I’m over eight weeks pregnant.”

“That’s great, you should hurry up with the test.”

She was not bothered by whatever Sydney said. All she wanted was for Sydney to obtain the results of the paternity test.

“I want to carry on with the test too, but I need a strand of Osborn’s hair or saliva. Anything that has traces of his DNA on it.”

“The two of you have already slept together,” Savannah asked her incredulously, “Can’t you get these things yourself?”

“Ever since I told him about my pregnancy, he hasn’t responded to my calls or WhatsApp in over a month. I haven’t even seen his face because he keeps avoiding me,” Sydney said in a teary voice. “I need your help; anything that could help me get a few strands of his hair will do.”

“I can’t help you with this,” Savannah rejected her firmly.