MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

After dealing with the reporters, the MC began to introduce the new products of the Young series to the guests.

Savannah and Chris got off the stage and sat in a remote VIP seat.

Under the warm light, Chris took two glasses of champagne and handed one to Savannah. He took a sip and asked, "Mr. Sterling is back?"

The Sterling family had kept Dylan's illness a secret, People didn't know why Dylan hadn't made public appearances for some time, but they knew he was back when he showed up in the company again.

Savannah nodded, but her expression was a little complex, showing no joy at all.

"What's the matter? Shouldn't you be happy that he's back?" Chris asked tentatively.

"Yes... I'm very happy." Although Dylan had recovered from his illness, Savannah had no intention to spread the news.

Chris looked slightly more serious. "That's not what your face says," he said.

After acting in different plays, he knew how to judge people's true feelings well.

Depressed by his question, Savannah lifted the champagne and drank it down, and refilled herself with a bottle from a nearby tray.

"If you're still my friend, don't ask questions. Just drink with me," she said.

Chris didn't ask more. She looked pensive, and what she needed now was only a silent company.

They drank down one glass after another.

* * *

The night deepened.

In the study on the second floor, Dylan flipped through the papers, feeling restless and unable to read any more.

He clicked the mouse, and the computer screen lit up.

He closed the financial statements, and, as if being driven by some force, he opened the largest local entertainment site and typed "Chris" into the search box.

The screen flashed, and all the news about Chris jumped out.

The first few were all the latest news, and the headlines impressively showed:

"Chris and the new talented and beautiful designer have been seeing each other frequently recently."

"Chris gave up an international endorsement and became the spokesperson for the Young series of K&G."

"Chris was suspected of having a special relationship with the boss and designer of K&G."

"Chris's secret lover? Savannah Schultz, as Angelina in Fashion Queen…"

Dylan involuntarily frowned as he scrolled down the page, and his expression darkened. Suddenly he dropped the mouse and went downstairs.

"She hasn't come back yet?" He glanced at the clock with a clouded face.

The servant paused and immediately realized who Mr. Sterling was asking about, "um... Not yet."

After a short silence, Dylan put on his coat and strode out of the villa.

* * *

Savannah tried to drown her sorrow in liquor, but she didn't often drink, and after just a few drinks, she began to feel dizzy.

Under the comfort of alcohol, she was pleasantly intoxicated and temporarily forgot the unhappy things.

Just then, Chris's agent came over and whispered to Chris, "it's time to go, Chris."

"I'll take her home first." Chris looked at Savannah, who was drunk.

"But we're going to be late…" The agent was in a bit of a jam. Chris had promised that he would only spend ten minutes in K&G's activity tonight, but now they had been here for more than one hour. He wanted to ask Chris to leave several times when they were drinking, but Chris stopped him with warning looks.

"Let them wait." Chris slipped his arm through Savannah's and pulled her to her feet, signaled Tina to come to help.

"More drink, Chris! Where are we going... Tina? Look at your idol! He had fewer drinks than I did!" Savannah giggled and slurred at them.

"Okay, fine, let's drink when we get home." Tina, a little embarrassed and helpless, had to coax her to quiet her down.

Knowing that Chris was very busy, she turned to him and said shyly, "Mr. Pattinson, sorry to bother you. I will send Miss Schultz home."

"It's okay. I'm not at ease with you two women going home so late at night, and she's so drunk. I'll drive, and you take care of her in the back seat."

Tina thanked Chris and helped Savannah, who was getting heavier and heavier, out of the hotel.

At the foot of the steps, a black Maybach was parked in the darkness silently.

By the side of the car, a man in black stood in an outstanding charm and extraordinary manner. His gaze, full of suspicion, fell on Chris, who was holding Savannah out.

Tina was holding Savannah in her left hand, but it seemed as if there were only Chris and Savannah in his eyes.

His face grew darker in the dusky moonlight.

Why did the little woman get so drunk?

"Mr. Sterling!" Tina was surprised to see Dylan.

Dylan yanked his mind back, walking over. He took Savannah from Chris and held her in his arms in a particularly possessive manner.

"Thank you," he said simply, sounding polite but cool.

"My pleasure." Chris saw the man's displeasure and smiled.

At this moment, the little woman began to writhe restlessly in Dylan's arms, crying drunkenly, "More drink! Ah, Chris! You don't keep your word! I'll tell you fans!"

Dylan glanced at Chris, and his face even darker.

Why did the little woman call Chris in such an intimate way?

Was it true that they had an affair?

What the fuck was their real relationship?

Dylan, with a blue face, put Savannah on his shoulder in front of Tina and Chris and threw her into his car.

Savannah was thrown awake for a moment. She saw clearly the man in front of her, a little shocked and surprised.

"Why are you here? Are you worried about me, so you come to get me home?" She grinned.

"Don't flatter yourself! You're the mother of my son, and I just don't want my family's fame to be ruined by you. See the reporters at the door? If I hadn't come, you would be caught drunk with a male star and appear in the headlines tomorrow! Miss Schultz, do you really want one more gossip with Chris?" Dylan lowered his voice, and as he said this, his mind came up with all the rumors about her and Chris that he had just seen on the Internet. He became even more annoyed and helped her fasten the seat belt quickly.

"Possessive man. Are you jealous?" Savannah giggled.