MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

It was evening when Savannah returned to Green Bay.

The injury on her head had almost healed, but Garcia still noticed a slight scar. She explained that she just slipped accidentally on her business trip.

After returning to her room, she hesitated for a long time before she finally made up her mind and dialed Garwood's number.

It wasn't easy for Olivia to achieve what she had today from an unknown plane model.

Although she was not very famous, she had taken place in the entertainment industry, and her career was getting brighter and brighter.

If she was forced to stop all her work, all her previous efforts would be stultified.

No, as her best friend, she would never let it happen.

Now, the only one she could turn for help was that man…

Even if he didn't want to see her, even if she might be ridiculed or insulted, she must have a try.

"Hi, Garwood, it's me."

"Miss Schultz?" Garwood was surprised to receive Savannah's call.

"Do you know where's Dylan? I want to see him."

Garwood hesitated for a moment before he said, "Miss Schultz, you know he won't see you now."

"I really have something to say to him. Please, Garwood." Savannah's voice trembled slightly.

"Miss Schultz, I'm so sorry."

"Well, Garwood, just tell me where he is, and I'll go there myself. I won't say you told me, okay?" Savannah pleaded.

Garwood relented and sighed, "Mr. Sterling has a business dinner with two foreign clients in Oriental Resort Hotel tonight. The dinner's almost over now. If you get there soon, you may meet him..."

"Thank you!" Savannah hung up and immediately went out.

***

Oriental Resort Hotel was located in the outskirts of the city, it was very quiet at night, and there was almost no passers-by or vehicles around.

The taxi driver dropped Savannah at the entrance of the hotel.

Savannah stood opposite the hotel under a sycamore tree and waited quietly.

The night deepened.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting. Finally, she heard footsteps coming from the entrance. Looking over, she saw the familiar tall figure walking out of the hotel, accompanied by his secretary and two bodyguards.

Her weariness subsided at once.

Next to Dylan, there were two men with curly brown hair in suits and ties, presumably his clients.

As the bodyguards went to get the car, Dylan stood at the entrance of the hotel, talking with the two clients in his fluent French. He was well-spoken and graceful in manner and easily caught Savannah's full attention.

She caught her breath and found it hard to take her eyes off him.

When the bodyguards came back in two cars, Dylan saw his clients get on one of the cars, and, with a glance at the watch, he asked the secretary to leave by taxi. He was about to get in another car when Savannah screwed up her courage and went over.

Dylan was shocked at the sight of the little woman.

She had her hair cut when she stood for Olivia that day, and she had a trim later.

Her long hair was now shoulder-length; her little face became more delicate and pitiful after living in the hospital for days. Instead of a young mother, she looked more like a high school girl.

"What're you coming for?" He asked in an impassive way, and the expression on his face turned indifferent again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sterling. I came here today to ask for your help." Savannah took a step forward and stopped him halfway by the car door.

"Am I really an idiot in your mind, or are you too thick-skinned? You still have the nerve to ask me for help? What makes you think I'm going to help you?" Dylan laughed sarcastically.

"Charlotte started this, and I wouldn't bother you if Olivia hadn't been shut down by her company. I know Charlotte hates me, and if she wants revenge, come at me, please don't make trouble for the innocent," Savannah said steadily.

"But why should I help you?" He looked at her restive eye, a significant smile playing on his lips.

Savannah was at a loss for words.

Dylan sneered, walked around her, and got in the car.

The bodyguard in the driver's seat started the engine.

Before the car started moving, Savannah responded by pulling the rear door open and jumping in next to Dylan.

The bodyguard was startled by her sudden movement, pressing the accelerator until the engine screamed.

"What do you want to do?" snapped Dylan with a gloomy face.

"I need your help. Get Olivia back to work, and I'll get off, or I'll follow you!" She couldn't see her best friend in trouble because of her, even if she had to be shameless in front of him.

"I'll give you three seconds to get out of here!" he scoffed, looking at the little woman in disbelief.

"No, not even 3 hours!" She clenched her fists. He was her only hope, and she couldn't give up easily.

Dylan's face was covered with dark clouds. He was silent for a few seconds before he shouted at the bodyguard in the driver's seat and asked him to start the car.

He didn't believe she really had the nerve to stick with him!

This time, however, Savannah was determined not to be denied. She showed no intention of getting off all the way.

She was so nervous that her palms were all cold and sweating. 

The man stared at her silently beside her, his eyes were as hard as chilled steel. She felt as if he would pick her up and throw her out the next moment.

Finally, he was provoked beyond endurance.

"Get out!" He growled at the bodyguard in the driver's seat.

The poor bodyguard quickly parked the car at the curb, got out, and went away to keep a certain distance.

Savannah sat stiffly there, looking out the window, and didn't know what he wanted to do.

They were still in the suburbs. There was no pavement on the road and no street light.

No one would notice them even if the man killed her.

"You want to help your friend, don't you? What can you offer in exchange for it?" Savannah heard his voice issuing coolly, a trifle ironically.

"What can I offer?" Puzzled, she had a bad thought the way he asked her.

He didn't speak but leaned over all of a sudden to tear off her clothes!

Before she reacted, he pinned her underneath and began to put down her trousers.

"Dylan, what are you doing?" She screamed in alarm.

"Sleep with me now, and I'll help your friend." He clung to her soft body, teasing with ferocity.