Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

"Then what do you want to do…" Abby was worried.

"Abby, you are the daughter of Mr. White, and your words have some influence. If you can expose Savannah\'s misdeeds on the Internet, netizens will believe you and help to make the thing bigger. At that time, my grandpa and Dylan will not be able to control it. Tomorrow is the deadline of one month, and Susan will send Savannah directly to the police station. Even if old Sterling and Dylan want to protect her, I\'m afraid it will be with difficulty." Valerie said her plan slowly.

Abby gasped at how calculating Valerie was.

"Are you asking me to attack Savannah online? I don\'t think it\'s good for me to make it such a big deal..." Abby hesitated.

"Abby, I\'m afraid we will sink or swim together. Didn\'t you do a good job helping me frame Savannah that night? Why are you hesitating now?"

"I didn\'t expect you really… really fell downstairs yourself to frame your cousin."

"But you have profited from it. The relationship between you and my uncle becomes closer and more intimate. What else are you thinking about? If you want to get rid of Savannah and marry into the Sterling, just do as I tell you." Valerie said impatiently.

Abby was silent for a few minutes. Finally, she gritted her teeth and nodded.

They discussed some details before they left.

***

In Beverly Hills, Savannah asked Judy for a bottle of medicinal oil for bruising before she went to her room upstairs.

She took off her clothes, poured a little oil on her hand, and rubbed it against her lower back.

However, she could not get the right area. Savannah sighed and was about to call Judy when her room door opened, and a familiar footstep sounded behind her.

Savannah turned her head around and saw Dylan come in.

She was in her undies only!

"Why are you here?" Savannah took a robe and hurriedly covered it around herself.

Without saying a word, Dylan came up to her and tore off her robe. Then he turned her back to him, bent over, and carefully examined her back.

"Dylan, you... What are you doing?" Savannah was humiliated and began to struggle. Held by his big hand tightly, she could not escape from his control.

On her slender and graceful back, on the white skin, as expected, a large bruise was seen.

Her skin was so delicate that even a slight injury was particularly noticeable. It looked terrible.

"Don\'t move!" He gave her a gentle pat on the bottom. "Don\'t you know your back was hit hard?"

Savannah then realized that the bodyguard had told him about the injury.

Before she knew it, he picked her up and laid her on her stomach on the bed.

"I can do it myself!" Savannah pushed herself up a little but was pressed down by him easily.

"Are you sure?" He asked coldly.

"I\'ll just ask Judy to help me. I don\'t want to bother you with such a little thing..." She bit her lips.

"You have troubled me a lot. I don\'t mind you doing it once more." He put some medicinal oil on his palm and placed it on her waist.

"Ah..." She gave a groan of pain as his hand rubbed on her waist and made circles. Embarrassed, she buried her head into the pillow, bit her lips, and restrained herself from moaning out.

Dylan softened his strength but frowned when he saw her in such pain.

"What happened to you this noon? How could you bump into a table?" Dylan wiped his hands on a paper towel when finished.

"Nothing. I hit my back by accident." She got up, quickly put on her clothes.

"Really?" Dylan raised her chin and forced her to look at himself.

She knew she could hide nothing from his sharp eyes, and she would have told him everything before. But now, she just didn\'t want to do as he desired.

Looking at his handsome face, she couldn\'t help but remember the intimacy he had with Abby in the hotel box that day.

And she even imagined the scene when he took Abby back to the Sterling\'s house for dinner.

What was it to him that she got hurt?

Did he really care about her injury?

If he really respected her, he would not distrust her; if he was really concerned about her, he would not have left her in Beverly Hills for so long.

"Yes, I hit myself." She lowered her head to avoid his gaze, her face expressionless.

He felt the resentment from her. Different from her previous embarrassment and shyness, she seemed to hate him now. Realizing that something was wrong with her, he grasped her chin and held her head in place.

"Has anyone ever bullied you?"

His warm, harsh fingers made her cheek burn. Savannah slapped his hand away and stepped back a few steps.

"No, no one bullied me. Thank you for your help. You can go ahead with your business now." Savannah said politely.

Her tone of voice was unusually calm, and it was too polite for them.

Dylan looked at the woman far away from him, his face darkening. He was about to pull her over when his cell phone began to ring in his pocket.

"Mr. Sterling." It\'s Garwood.

"What\'s up?"

"It\'s about Abby…."

Dylan glanced at Savannah as he listened quietly. Hanging up the phone, he glanced at Savannah, explained nothing, and directly walked away.

***

Savannah found herself an "Internet celebrity" at night.

After taking a bath, she saw several missed calls on her phone left on the coffee table.

It was Olivia.

Savannah dried her hair as she called back.