MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"Should I accept your stubborn answer? Look, Kaiden is in a low mood every day because you haven't got married yet! Anyway, for the sake of my precious grandson, you must make a new proposal and get married within this month!" said old Sterling, his beard bristling.

"Why do I have to get married to that boy's mood?" Dylan laughed with anger.

"It's not good for a child to be in a bad mood every day. Depression can affect his appetite so as to affect his body development, you know? And it might also influence his intelligence quotient and physical health! Can you bear this responsibility?" Old Sterling snapped.

Dylan was really speechless this time. So, for the sake of his grandson's physical and mental development, he'd rather neglect his son's feelings.

"I've given her a chance, and since she has refused, I won't ask again. I've done my duty. I don't have any feelings for her now, and she knows it. So just forget it!" With this, Dylan stood up and went straight upstairs.

Old Sterling glared at his son's back without a word. He didn't believe that Dylan had no feelings for Savannah at all.

If he really didn't care about her, why did he look restless after knowing she was in an AD activity with Chris together that night? Why did he go to pick her up when she didn't come back very late?

What's more, the next day, he removed all the gossip news about Savannah and Chris and even ordered the media to stop writing about them.

Was it really just for the face of the Sterling family? Not that he was jealous?

But since Dylan didn't admit it for his poor pride, he couldn't force him.

However, he couldn't just wait for Dylan to take action.

He should lend his son a hand.

Old Sterling sat frowning for a moment. Then, as if he was suddenly struck by an idea, a sly smile, totally different from his usual calm and affable manner, came to his face.

"Cooper!" He called.

* * *

The next evening, Savannah had just finished a whole day's work at K&G when she got a call from old Sterling.

He said that he had recommended a client to her and had booked a reception room in a hotel owned by the Sterling group.

Savannah was delighted that K&G would have a new business partner but also a little surprised. Old Sterling had never introduced new business partners to her.

With the Sterling family's power and position in the business circle, it was nothing for old Sterling or Dylan to introduce reliable clients or recommend rich resources to K&G, and she could easily double its size with their help.

But Dylan had no intention to make Savannah a superwoman. He gave K&G to her only to satisfy her interest and for her to kill time. Savannah didn't mean to ask them for help too. Since she took over K&G, Dylan had never stepped into K&G's business. She also wanted to see how far she could go with her own efforts and ability.

This time, she had intended to refuse old Sterling. However, since he had called in person and had already made an appointment with the client, she had to agree first.

Night had fallen by the time Savannah and Tina arrived at the hotel.

As soon as they got out of the car, Tina's cell phone rang.

Tina answered, and after a minute, she hung up.

"Miss Schultz, the manager of the Marketing Department called, saying that there's something wrong with an order. They want me to go and have a look." Tina looked at Savannah apologetically.

"Is the problem serious?" Savannah wondered.

"No, it's just the wrong batch number. I'll go over and restate it, but I may not be able to meet the client with you tonight."

"It's okay," Savannah nodded with relief, "I'll go in and talk with the client by myself. You can go back to the company first."

Tina stopped another taxi and left right away.

Savannah turned and saw a man, who seemed to be the hotel manager, standing respectfully at the hotel entrance with a line of waiters, seemingly waiting for her.

When Savannah walked over, the manager came forward and bowed to her.

"Miss Schultz, please come with me."

Savannah followed him into the hotel and took the elevator to the top floor.

The whole floor was supposed to have been booked down by old Sterling, and no other guests were seen. It was very quiet.

She glanced at the splendid door of the VIP room and gasped.

So exaggerated!

Just a common business meeting, wasn't it?

"The client has come? In the room?" "She asked casually.

"Miss Schultz, please," the manager, without answering her question, just smiled at Savannah politely, motioning her to enter the room.

Savannah straightened her clothes before she pushed the door open and walked in.

It was an impossibly big suite with a thick red carpet on the floor and an ornate crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Savannah went inside the quiet suite, feeling a little nervous. It was not the first time she met a client, but she always brought her secretary or assistant with her. Today, she was alone with a new client for the first time.

However, no one was in the living room.

"Hello? I'm Savannah Schultz from K&G. Anyone here?" She called uneasily.

No one answered.

But there seemed to be a sound in the inner bedroom.

Savannah followed the sound and stepped into the inner room.

"Hello? I'm Savannah S…" Savannah stared, unable to finish her words.

The walls and ceiling of the bedroom were a deep, dark burgundy. The lighting was warm yellow, ambiguous, and mild. In the center of the room, there was a king-size elliptic waterbed, which was covered with red rose petals.

The fragrance lamp on the bedside table dispersed a faint sweet scent. At the foot of the bed, set apart a few feet, was a large oxblood chesterfield couch, on which there were some strange-looking objects...

She took a good look at them and suddenly blushed, her breathing quickened.

They were all kinds of sex toys!

She looked around disconcertedly and even found some whips, riding crops, and feathery implements swinging from the strange rods across the corner wall.

The bedroom had obviously been rearranged to a Fifty Shades-style red room!

She froze.

What the hell?

At that moment, in front of the French window, a familiar figure slowly turned and fixed his gaze on her.