Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Savannah let out a sigh of relief, but then frowned.

"What if Granny Rowe refused to give him back that document?" She was still a little worried.

"There're ways and means. Don't worry, Miss Schultz." Garwood comforted her.

"Garwood, don't tell Dylan I know this."

"I know." Garwood nodded immediately. In fact, he was told not to tell Miss Schultz so that she wouldn't have to worry about it.

After a few words with Garwood, Savannah went back to her room.

The man on the sofa was sleeping soundly. It looked like... he was really exhausted. This trouble had really eaten him up.

In her mind, he was always powerful and fearless, and no difficulty could ever obstruct his pace. But she never thought such a strong man would also be tired.

She took the blanket from the bed and laid it over him. Suddenly, her hand was seized, and she was pulled in his warm arms!

She uttered a low exclaim, not expecting him to make a surprise attack.

The couch was not big enough for two people to lie on, so Dylan hugged her hard so that she would not fall down.

Several times she tried to get herself out from his arms and sat up, but failed.

"Baby, where did you go?" He whispered, breathing to her ear.

"I see you tired and don't want to disturb you, so I go out first." She could feel that the man's energy was renewed after ten-minute sleeping.

"Don't get out of my sight without my permission." His arms tightened as he touched her delicate earlobes casually.

He held her so tight that she was a little breathless and had to give in, "Okay..."

"Say it again," He raised his eyebrows.

"I won't go out of your sight without your permission," she repeated, amused.

"Delete Kevin's contact number." He continued.

Savannah smiled wryly. She thought he'd forgotten that call, but he still cared about it.

"Yes, Mr. Sterling," she said helplessly.

"Good girl," Dylan gave her a kiss on her neck, satisfied.

She found its not so difficult to deal with the man. Men and children had a lot in common. He was just like their Kaiden and she couldn't resist their charms, always defeated by them.

As long as she obeyed his wish and didn't go against him, he wasn't that tough.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief, but then she was startled to hear his voice again.

"Why did you come back to me? Just disappointed in what Kevin did?"

Savannah swallowed, a little guilty and nervous.

"What?" Dylan frowned at her silence. He only asked casually, not expected that she would be so upset.

She quickly straightened up her mood, huddling herself in his arms. "I hate to part with Kaiden…I feel sorry for him," she murmured in a pitiful way.

He had not the faintest suspicion of her words. Kaiden was her own son, and she had parted from him for three years. No mother could give up her child easily.

But he was still uncomfortable. So, she stayed only because of that small guy?

Should he thank his son for making her stay at his side?

***

Two days later, Savannah walked into a detective agency on the twentieth floor of a building.

"What can I do for you, Miss?" asked the middle-aged private investigator sitting opposite to her. He was thin and tall and seemed intelligent.

"I would like you to check into the boss of the detective agency next door, Edmond Gibbons."

"You want to check the detective next door?" asked the detective in surprise. It was the first time for him to receive this kind of case.

"That's right," Savannah answered in the affirmative, slightly raising her beautiful chin.

"What do you want to know about him?" Surprised as he was, the private detective was professional and quickly got into the groove.

"A few days ago, Edmond, together with his old classmate, Charlotte Rowe, nearly killed me. He pretended to be my appointed driver and deliberately tricked me into his car, trying to kill me by poisonous car exhaust. Fortunately, I escaped. I have no evidence, and I can't sue them. I hope you can help me find the evidence that they attempted murder. After all, even if I go to the police and could send Edmond to prison, Miss Rowe could say she didn't know about it and escaped punishment by law."

The private detective pondered for a moment and then nodded. "I see. Rest assured, Miss Schultz, I'll give you a satisfactory reply as soon as possible."

Savannah nodded, stood up, and left the detective agency.

Outside the building, she glanced back and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was fierce competition in the private investigation industry too.

The private detective, Edmond, in the same building, was a strong competitor of the middle-aged detective she had talked to. Because of this, she committed the matter to this detective, and she believed that in order to defeat his competitor, he would work harder to help her.

She was confident that the result of his investigation would give her a surprise.

***

Hardly had she stepped out of the elevator when she encountered an acquaintance, Charlotte.

Opponents always meet.

Needless to say, Charlotte came to meet Edmond.

Charlotte grunted and rolled her eyes, holding her head high.

Being ignored, Savannah twisted her lips in an ironic angle and, when she passed Charlotte, she threw her right leg and gave her a shove, tripping her.

Charlotte stumbled and pitched forward. Luckily, she balanced herself on the wall and didn't fall down, but some people next to them caught the scene and laughed out.

Annoyed and embarrassed, Charlotte jumped upon Savannah and lifted her hand!

Savannah had expected her movement; she caught her hand that rose to slap her, pushing her away unkindly.

"If you want your name to be seen in tomorrow's trending hashtag, I won't stop you. I'm just a small model, and I'm not afraid to make a scene. Go on if you like." Savannah said with a sly grin.

Charlotte paused, gritting her teeth.

Yes, if any passer-by recorded a video when she hit Savannah and posted it online, only she would suffer a loss. She was the daughter of the Rowe family, but Savannah? She was nobody now.