Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Judy? Then it must be the matter about the little woman.

Otherwise, Judy wouldn't call him at work.

Dylan raised his eyes and shouted, "Stop! What did Judy say?"

Mr. Sterling went back on his words for Savannah again. Garwood thought to himself. "Miss Schultz went to the hills in the suburbs today. She would spend a whole day there and might get home very late tonight. So, Judy specially reported to you."

Dylan's eyes darkened.

That woman was so heartless that she cared about nothing.

It seemed that she was very happy without him these days. Instead of feeling unusual, she enjoyed her days with pleasure.

She seemed to find herself relieved from a heavy burden.

She even took the job of shooting outdoors and didn't plan to return overnight. Did she really think he was a nice man?

Dylan shut his eyes, struggling to control his rage.

Just then, Miller knocked on the door and came in. "Mr. Sterling, I'm sorry to bother you. Miss White is here to see you. I said you are very busy at the moment and didn't expect to see any visitors, but Miss White is determined to see you."

Abby White?

Since last time Abby ran away from the restaurant, she had not looked for him for a long time.

He thought she had finally given up, but she came back today.

Garwood thought his boss would let the secretary send Abby White away, but Mr. Sterling opened his mouth and said, "Let her in."

A minute or two later, Abby came in, with a surprised and charming smile on her beautiful face. She did not expect she would be able to come in so easily. When seeing the gorgeous man behind the desk, she said with her soft and tender voice, "Mr. Sterling."

Dylan stared at the rich princess in front of him. "What can I do for you?"

"Can't I come to you if nothing happens?" Abby replied archly; "Since the last time we ate a meal together, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't attend the wedding of Mr. Yontz because I caught a cold. I thought I should apologize to you and bother you to give your sister Susan my regrets."

Devin worked in the vice-president's office downstairs. If Abby wanted to give her an apology, she could go to him directly. Why bother to see him.

It was clearly an excuse.

Dylan, however, accepted her words. A shadow of a smile touched his lips. "Well, I accept your apology for my sister and Devin."

Abby continued rapidly, "I'd like to treat you to dinner tonight. Are you free this evening?"

Dylan pondered for a few seconds. When Abby thought he would refuse, Dylan finally said, "I never put off a beautiful woman to the expense of buying me dinner. Let me choose the place, shall I?"

Abby was so surprised that Dylan didn't say no.

She nodded quickly. "Of course. Any place is okay!"

After making the appointment with Dylan, Abby left the office happily. She was planning to go back home to get made up and change clothes first.

She paused before Miller's desk, took out a pile of money, and secretly handed it to Miller. "Thank you for today. Tell me in advance if anything happens with Dylan. Remember, as long as I can be together with Dylan, I will never forget your kindness."

Abby had originally given up. She wanted to see Dylan and came to the Sterling group several times, but she chickened out at the last minute, afraid of Dylan's bad attitude.

Miller saw Abby by accident a few days ago and understood her intentions. She told Abby that Mr. Sterling had fallen out with Savannah, and it would be a good opportunity for her.

After Abby heard that, the hope in her heart was reborn. Then she tried her luck today. It was so unexpected that Dylan agreed to go out with her.

Miller took the money without hesitation. She smiled and made an okay gesture. "Sure."

She helped Abby first with money because she was not convinced.

Why does Savannah, who was a little model with no family background, was able to be Mr. Sterling's woman?

Mr. Sterling even almost fired her for that bitch!

Only rich ladies like Abby deserved Mr. Sterling.

She could not wait to know Savannah's end!

***

In Arcadia.

When Savannah turned over her last shot, it was already dark.

She was about to change her clothes when a middle-aged man came up.

"Wait, one more shot!" He said.

The middle-aged man, Mr. Hawk, the head of the resort, was overweight, bald, and ugly with an amatory look.

Savannah and the other models stopped as he ordered.

"You, change into the swimsuits and then come back to the hot spring."

A swimsuit shooting? Savannah frowned. "Mr. Hawk, why didn't you say it before?"

Mr. Hawk looked at Savannah disapprovingly. "I said it one minute ago. That's quite normal for a model to accept extra requirements."

"But now it's a swimsuit shot…"

Other models, emboldened by Savannah's lead, muttered,

"Why didn't you say that in advance?"

"Yeah, swimsuits expose too much."

Mr. Hawk became angry. "Change or not? If you don't do it, you won't get paid!"

These words made all the models shut up.

Nobody was willing to get nothing after a whole day of hard work in such a remote place.

They went back to the dressing room reluctantly, only to see several sexy bikinis on the hangers.

But what other option do they have? They would not get their pay if they did not do as the head said.

With complaints, they went into the separate dressing room with their bikini.

Savannah hesitated for a long time, thinking of the three uncles who had been fired because of her, and then picked up one of the bikinis, entering a dressing room.

They were asked to go to the hot spring one by one.

Two young models went first. When they came back, none of them looked happy, and one almost cried.

"What happened?" Savannah and several models crowded around them.

One little model sobbed, "Mr. Hawk pretended to correct my pose and put his dirty hands on my hips…"

Another model also complained about between her set teeth. "Damn that old man! When I was in the bikini beside the hot spring, he would take his eyes off of my breast. He kept finding fault with me, and deliberately delaying the time..."

Several models were chattering in indignation.

Savannah frowned. In fact, she had met some employers who were fucking devils as she had worked as a model for so long, but she never thought this Mr. Hawk was such a scoundrel.