"No, Grandpa," Greta grabbed his sleeve. "I'm fine. I fell down on the way here and went to a clinic. That's why I'm late. I just saw the missed call. I'm sorry."

What else could George say?

"It's okay, I'm glad that you're fine. Oh, it's a pity that you didn't see Stewart Junior. He's really a good boy..." George sighed.

"Grandpa, you're going to set me up with that guy, aren't you?" Greta whispered.

George smiled awkwardly. He wanted to create an opportunity for his granddaughter and their family friends' son like what he did to Dylan and Savannah.

"Well, he is a boy from a military family, the son of my old friend. You can try to meet and know him first. I believe you'll have common interests and play together." George tried to persuade her.

Greta curled her lips.

How could ordinary people have common interests with her?

Her experience was quite different from that of other people.

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Ordinary people would not understand her and would even be afraid of her.

If they knew she grew up in a sinister gang and killed her foster-father herself, they wouldn't dare to know her.

Greta didn't want to discourage her grandfather. She nodded with a helpless smile on her lips, "Well, we'll talk about it later, Grandpa."

"Greta, don't brush me off," George made persistent efforts, "Anyway, the Stewarts are going to stay long in LA this time. General Stewart's son intended to visit his teachers at UCLA before they left. I'll let you meet again. Don't run away next time."

Greta grinned and nodded.

Her first blind date failed as she expected.

***

At the end of the day, Savannah was playing with her daughter in the buggy while listening to Dylan talking with George on the phone,

"So, Greta hasn't met Stewart Junior yet?"

Today, they waited for Greta at the door of the banquet hall in the hotel for a long time, but they didn't see her. Later, when the dinner ended, they left first.

"Well, Dad said Greta accidentally fell down on her way to the hotel, so she was late and missed that boy." Dylan shrugged.

"Is she all right?" Savannah asked with concern.

"She's fine. If you ask me, I'd say she had known it was a blind date, and she made an excuse intentionally." Dylan sat beside her, teasing his daughter with the toy.

"It's no wonder Greta didn't want to go on a blind date. She's still a little girl." Savannah sighed.

"She's at the age of dating," Dylan put down the toy and leaned in close to Savannah, putting his hand around her waist.

His little daughter, Sheila, was only one year old, but Savannah had got back in shape and was more voluptuous than before.

"Stop that now, Sheila's still here." Savannah patted his hand down. After being taught by Kaiden's teacher, she had warned Dylan not to paw her in front of the kids, but Dylan never obeyed her words!

"Sheila's still young, right?" Dylan picked up his chubby little daughter from the baby walker with one hand and held her up.

Sheila stared with big innocent eyes, giggled, and smiled at her father, waving her plump little hand as if she agreed with him.

Savannah watched the father and the daughter and laughed. She couldn't imagine the daredevil and ruthless Dylan Sterling would become a great father to their children. Time passed quickly, and they're now living a peaceful life.

* * *

After the summer vacation, Greta registered at UCLA and became one of the freshmen.

College students should live on campus, but she used to go about alone and thought that life in the dormitory didn't suit her. What's more, George had been accustomed to having his granddaughter around every day. So, after Dylan gave a call to her teacher, she became a nonresident student.

After half a month, Greta gradually became accustomed to college life.

This noon, she came out of the classroom with books in her hand, ready to go to the library to do some reading.

"Greta, where are you going?" A girl with a ponytail ran after her.

"Go to the library." Greta didn't stop.

The girl was Linda, a sweet, cheerful girl.

"Go to the library after class? You have a particular fondness for reading, don't you? Come on, I heard that the basketball team is playing basketball on the playground, and there's a handsome senior who's just come back from abroad. Let's go and have a look!" Linda took her hand, pulling her forward.

"I'm not interested. Just go yourself." Greta pulled her hand out.

"You're not even interested in handsome guys?" Linda pursed her mouth.

Greta shrugged.

"Linda, stop pestering her. Don't you know she's the famous 'cool beauty' in our school?" An unpleasant tinny voice came from behind them.

Three girls with books in their arms came out of the classroom. The girl who talked about it was the middle one in a yellow dress.

"Why waste your time on an icy stone?" The two girls beside her chimed in with their best friend.

Greta looked coldly at them.

The girl in the middle was Martha, her classmate.

Her family was also doing business and had a place in the local business circle.

Martha was the only daughter of her family. She had been spoiled and surrounded by others since childhood.

Greta, however, was the granddaughter of George Sterling. The Sterling family had a higher status than Martha's family. Martha's father always took the initiative to greet Greta's grandpa and uncle respectfully whenever they met.

Besides, Greta was quiet and had little contact with others, which made her more mysterious. The eyes of their classmates were all focused on her, and Martha was always ignored.

Martha was more and more jealous. From the beginning of the semester to now, she picked on Greta all the time.

Greta never took Martha seriously. She didn't bother to respond even when she was talking behind her back. When she saw Martha on the road, she didn't look at her.

Martha was more distressed.