Forty Eight

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" You aren't worried?" Madonna stated rather than asked, looking over at Savannah and giving her a dubious look. Savannah flipped through the pages of the file in her hand, quite aggressive before shaking her head in response to Madonna's query.

" I don't know but you should have let her spend the night here last night." Almost getting a whiplash, Savannah jerked her head towards her, not believing her ears.

Giving her the look, she shrugged nonchalantly, not taking back her words.

Savannah slammed the file shut before springing up her feet, adjusting her dress. Not giving her another glance, she shoved the file back under the bed before turning around to head out.

" You didn't hear what I had just said?" Madonna raised a brow at her, only letting go of her wrist when she'd succeeded in obstructing her way.

" I thought you should know better than trying to support her. Incase you don't know, she's the main reason why the triplets hates me so much. She can go wherever she wan