Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Savannah knew Greta's character. She was always cold and independent, and she did not like to explain. But she was not the sort of girl who would hurt others for no reason.

"Don't worry," Savannah said softly, "I'm not going to talk to father Sterling about what happened today. Your uncle will try to explain to your teacher so that you won't get demerits. And we'll contact the two girl's families and pay their medical bills and ask their parents to teach their kids well."

Then she smiled and added, "But I don't think they'll dare challenge you again."

"Thank you, Aunt," Greta said gratefully. She had a good aunt who always arranged everything well for her.

* * *

Martha and her best friend, who had just had their wounds treated, came out arm in arm. The injuries on their faces were as hideous as their expressions.

They chattered as they walked.

"That bitch! How ruthless she was! Ouch, my face... It hurts so much! Hope no scars will leave on my face, or I won't let her go easily!" The girl was clearly just saying angry words. She didn't have a better family than Greta's, and she couldn't fight back. All she could do was cursing behind her.

"All right, she won't get any better this time. She'll be given a good lesson and severely punished!" Martha gritted her teeth.

"But she's George Sterling's granddaughter. What if the school covers her up?" The girl hesitated.

"If the school covers her up, we can make a big deal out of it and let the whole school know, oh no, the whole world knows what she has done to us! We can take pictures of our faces and post the pictures on Twitter and IG! Then everyone will know that the girl from the Sterling family is a bully who beat up her classmates like this. I don't believe the school will still cover up for her!" Martha's eyes flashed with hate.

"You're awesome! Yeah, we're gonna give her a good lesson this time! And then we didn't get a beating for anything! No one will go against you anymore!" Her best friend became excited and forgot about the pain.

Martha beamed. With a better mood, she decided to have a good meal outside instead of eating in the student canteen before going back to the dormitory.

They chatted as they walked out of the school gate. As they turned into a narrow lane, a tall figure standing under a tree in front of them blocked their way.

In the shades of the tree, the appearance of the man was not clear. They only knew he was a young man.

The man came out of the dim light and approached them.

Against the light, Martha and her best friend could not see the man's face clearly, but they realized that the man came to them not to do them good.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" They asked in alarm, retreating a step.

"You just fought with Greta, didn't you?" Icy words came slowly from the man's thin lips.

They could not help nod under the man's terrifying gaze.

"Tell the teacher that you stirred up trouble first, and Greta was just defending herself. Then apologize to Greta in front of the class," ordered the man with a stony air.

"Why should we do what you say?" Martha stared. "What's your relationship with Greta? Why are you defending her?"

"Don't ask why just do as I say." The man's voice was even colder.

The two girls shivered, frightened. Martha nerved herself and talked back, "What if we don't listen to you?"

Before she had finished speaking, her throat was a stroke, and her feet were off the ground!

The man grabbed them by the neck at the same time and lifted them from the ground with no effort!

The two girls could hardly breathe, and their faces were choked red. They sobbed and tried to call for help, but they could not utter a single word.

"You will suffer more misery than you can imagine without doing what I tell you. Not even your family will be able to save you," said the man gloomily.

Martha felt that the air was about to disappear, but she was still unconvinced.

"W-What can you do to us? Society's ruled by law! I...I'll call the police!" She answered back.

"One day, you two suddenly disappear." The man said as if he was telling a story. His voice was stony and murderous. "You're sold to a foreign red-light district or an underground amusement, your legs and feet removed and your eyes forced out... When you die, your body organs will be sold… Do you think calling the police would help?"

Both girls turned pale. A flush of alarm prickled their skin.

"Apologize to Greta. I will watch you and see if you are sincere." The man's voice came from hell, sending shivers down their backs.

They gasped and had to nod first.

The man loosened his grasps, and the two girls collapsed to the ground. They stumbled up, pressing their hands to their mouth to smother a few coughs.

Before Martha came to, a dagger flashed in front of her eyes, and a stray of her hair fell on the ground. She froze!

"Next time, it might be more than just hair." A bleak warning sounded over the heads of the two girls.

* * *

In the morning, Greta got out of the car and entered the school.

As soon as she walked into the classroom, Martha and her best friend rose abruptly. They seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time. The wounds on their face and arms were not healed. Greta frowned. What were these two trying to do? Didn't they get enough yesterday?

She clenched her fist in alarm as they went up to her.

But the two stopped in front of her and suddenly apologized, "Greta, we're sorry!"

Greta and the other students in the classroom all froze.

It was so hard to hear a sorry from Martha.

Greta's first response was whether it was a new trick from Martha.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asked, squinting her eyes.

"We sincerely apologize to you. Please, forgive us, won't you?" Martha and her best friend asked impatiently.

The man warned them yesterday that if Greta didn't accept the apology, he wouldn't spare them.

Greta was surprised. They didn't look like they were making a game of her. They seemed to be admitting they were wrong sincerely.

"You don't have to do that." She went straight to her seat with an expressionless face.

Martha and her friend grabbed her arm and almost fell to their knees.

"Greta, please forgive us! We do know we were wrong. We've admitted it to the teacher, and we won't find trouble with you again..." They bowed themselves to the earth.