Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

"Sir, Donna's in the next ward, nothing major. I asked the hospital to arrange nurses for her and told them to take good care of her." Garwood said in a low voice.

Dylan said nothing, and he only had eyes for Savannah.

Donna had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care if she was alive.

He was even angry at Donna. If she hadn't called Savannah out that night, Savannah wouldn't have been kidnapped.

However, Savannah didn't forget to remind him to save Donna before she went into a coma. Since she cared so much about that woman, he didn't want her to blame him when she woke up.

"The middle-aged woman on board is a procuress of a big red-light district in Mexico City," Garwood continued, "she'd been buying and selling women in other countries for years. This time, she bought Miss Schultz and Ms. Donna in LA and planned to transport them back to Mexico City and force them to make money for her as… prostitutes. Luckily, Miss Schultz's so smart that she managed to send the SOS message out so that we could get here in time."

This morning, Mr. Sterling received a telephone call from a nurse of a clinic in the border region. She said that a girl accompanied another woman to see the doctor last night and secretly slipped a piece of SOS cloth to her for help.

TQ809.

This was the freighter that took Savannah away!

With the specific information of the cargo ship, Mr. Sterling immediately flew to Mexico by private plane, accompanied by a group of the Sterling's bodyguards and police, and came to the port where the TQ809 cargo ship would land.

As soon as the cargo ship pulled into the shore, it was immediately blocked by police. No one was allowed to get off the ship.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

Miss Schultz would be sold to the red-light district if they hadn't arrived in time. Garwood was really afraid that Mr. Sterling would make a big fuss in Mexico at that time.

Prostitutes in the red-light district.

Dylan's eyes blazed with anger.

He never thought his elder sister to be so cruel.

How dare she sell his woman to the red-light district!

Garwood had followed Dylan for years and knew he was trying to suppress anger now.

"The procuress said Miss Schultz and Ms. Donna were sold to her by two kidnappers from LA's gangsterdom; one has tattoos on arms, and another one is a gingered-haired man. They took another ship going abroad after they received the money. So now we don't have evidence."

A sardonic smile played on Dylan's lips.

Going abroad? Where could they run?

As long as they were alive, he would find them sooner or later.

Even if they died, he would dig out their ashes!

"Find these two men." Dylan grounded out between clenched teeth.

"Yes, sir. I'll send people for an overseas warrant." Garwood answered.

Now his boss, Dylan Sterling from LA, said that he wanted to find two gangsters. Even if he didn't take action personally, several big gangsters at home and abroad would be busy searching for these two people.

After all, who didn't want to be closer to Mr. Sterling?!

At this moment, Dylan saw the little woman on the sick-bed open her eyes. He raised his arm as a signal for Garwood to handle the matter, and then he came back into the ward.

Savannah felt a little weak, and there was nothing else wrong with her. She recalled what happened last night.

Weak as she was, she tried to push herself, rising on her elbow. But she was still too weak to sit up.

Just then, a hand reached out and caught her waist in time!

Looking up, she saw Dylan's dark eyes. They were soft and warm, heated evenly.

Her heartbeat quickened. It's not a dream. It was really him. He really came to save her.

"I'll call the doctor." Dylan didn't expect her to wake up so fast. He sat her up against the bedhead and then got to his feet to leave.

Maybe it was because she had not recovered from the pain in her brain, Savannah grabbed his hand. "Don't go…" she said in a weak voice.

Dylan paused, turned, and looked at her; his gaze was dark obsidian.

Savannah recovered herself and flushed, drawing back her hand.

Dylan sat back on the bed, satisfied with her reaction, and his lips quirked up in a half-smile.

"Well... How's Donna?" she remembered that Donna was locked in another container and began to worry about her again.

"She's all right. In the room next to yours." Dylan said simply.

Savannah breathed with relief; then she remembered something and said, hesitatingly, "It's…Susan who planned the kidnapping. When I was in the van after being kidnapped, I heard the kidnapper talking with Susan on the phone... "

"I know." He had obviously known everything. "I'll take care of this," he said.

He already knew Susan did it...

Savannah was in a trance when he took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to reach his eyes.

"Anything else?" His voice was low, and he's gazing at her.

Only then did she notice that he had red and bloodshot eyes. It seemed that he had not rested for several days and nights. He lost some weight, and he had no time to razor his face clean of his beard.

During the days after her disappearance, he felt no better than she did. He had been anxiously looking for her.

She had tried hard to free herself these days, meanwhile, he did not give up on her.

Dylan could see himself in her beautiful, childlike eyes, which made his heart frantic. "Nothing to say? Good. It's my turn." he murmured, his arm holding her firmly in place around her waist. He kisses her hard, his tongue invading her mouth.

It seemed that he wanted to make up for the time he had lost her!

Her sweet taste reassured him instantly.

If she weren't so weak, it would have been more than a kiss.

At ordinary times, Savannah would resist, but at this moment, she felt like she was the boat finally arrived at the warm harbor, and she didn't want to leave his strong and warm arms. Pushing her body flush against his, she kissed him back.

When she reacted to what she did, she immediately withdrew her soft tongue.

Dylan was so pleased with her response that he refused to let her go, a low groan in his throat. He pulled back, his eyes hooded, and then he whispered softly in her ear, "Don't be shy, baby... You weren't so ashamed to write my name on the deck of the ship."

She flushed. Did he saw it?

No wonder he stopped and suddenly had the cabin searched! He must have found his name on the ground...

She wanted to explain that she just had nothing to do when she was tied up but found that any explanation seemed so weak.

What else could it mean when she wrote his name in the most dangerous time?