Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

It must pay for his personal appetite that he asked them to add the bikini shots, but none of the young models had the background. They were in no position to refuse his request.

He was the man at the wheel. He paid the money, and he had the final say.

Ten minutes later, Savannah's turn came.

As had been warned by other models, Savannah wrapped herself up with a huge bathrobe before she walked to the hot spring outside.

It was getting late. The cameramen were standing by the hot spring.

As expected, Mr. Hawk was there, sitting in a beach chair.

He did not show up at the previous shoot but was right there when the models were in their swimsuits.

Rather than supervision, it was more like he wanted to take advantage of the models.

"Don't just stand there! Take off your bathrobe and get in the water!" Mr. Hawk urged, his eyes red with impatience.

Among today's models, Savannah had the best figure. He couldn't wait to feel her up.

Glancing at his impatience, Savannah curled her lips.

Such a skimpy bikini could hardly cover her body.

"Mr. Hawk," she said calmly, "I think it's probably better to go into the water in the bathrobe."

Mr. Hawk was stunned and then angry. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I mean, we are not making a film for Pornhub. This ad aims to promote the hot spring, showing its nature and amenity to attract tourists. Tourists can luxuriate in the hot baths with their families in our resort. I'd better put on my bathrobe to show a positive image."

Mr. Hawk flared up. "What do you know? You're just a model. You only need to do what I tell you. You are not qualified to teach me how to make an ad!"

Savannah insisted, "I just want to make the ad more effective."

"Don't talk nonsense! Anyway, take it off and enter the water! Otherwise, you won't be paid!"

Savannah raised her head and said, "Why? Even if I do not take this shot, you should give the salary for previous shots to me. It's against the labor law to keep my pay!"

"Labor law? Good, you can go to the law against my holiday village. Go ahead! Accuse us of violating the labor law!" Mr. Hawk acted shamelessly.

Savannah clenched her fist. She had no time to engage in a lawsuit now. Her most urgent thing was to make money, make more money!

"Well? Have you thought about it? If you have figured out, take off your bathrobe at once and go into the water!" Mr. Hawk said impatiently and rubbed his hands in a sexually improper way.

Just a little girl! Dare she fight against him? He would not let her go easily!

Savannah had a desire to hit on the head with a camera, but when she thought of uncle Alban and the other two, who had lost their jobs because of her and were still waiting to be bailed out, she suppressed her anger.

Forget it! Just wear the bikini!

She closed her eyes and did not care what it cost. She was about to take off her bathrobe when a familiar cold voice came.

"I think the small model is right. It's better to wear a bathrobe rather than a bikini."

Looking over in its direction, a tall and handsome figure stood there leisurely. The man was dressed in a navy blazer with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his forearms. His manner was aristocratic, and his eyes intense and smoky'¦

By his side was a young woman of the noble and elegant temperament.

Behind him were many staff members accompanying them as they toured the resort.

All the people present were silenced.

Savannah's heart was thumping. Dylan came here,'¦for her?

No, there was a female companion, Abby?!

His dark eyes were watching Savannah intently, seeming to penetrate her bathrobe and see her bikini. Savannah wrapped her arms around herself, looking guilty.

Mr. Hawk was surprised to see Dylan Sterling here. He knew Sterling, of course.

The famous Mr. Sterling of LA came.

The Sterling group owned much land all over the city. They even owned that resort!

He hurriedly rose from the beach chair and rushed up to Dylan, reaching out his hand.

"Mr. Sterling, nice to see you here. Why didn't you notify me in advance?"

Dylan didn't shake his hand, nor even look at Mr. Hawk, as if the man in front of him didn't exist.

Abby smiled at Mr. Hark when she saw his embarrassment. "Mr. Sterling heard that there is a new resort and invited me here for dinner. The air was really sweet and fresh. We are planning to spend the night here."

This was not only said to Mr. Hawk but also meant for Savannah.

She was shocked to see Savannah here.

It's not a coincidence. She knew. Dylan chose this place because he had known that Savannah was here.

So, Dylan came for Savannah?

She felt a little unhappy, but she restrained herself from envy at once. It was her and not Savannah, who was now in Dylan's arms.

With this in mind, Abby feigned herself unable to recognize Savannah and asked no question to Dylan about Savannah.

Dylan didn't correct Abby when he heard her ambiguous words. Instead, he studied Savannah's face and wanted to know her reaction.

But the little woman's face was immovable when seeing him come with Abby and knew they were planning to spend the night together. She was not at all envious.

There was an unexplainable uneasiness in his heart, and his face darkened, a sardonic grin touching his lips.

Well, why should she be jealous to see another woman with him? She didn't even want to give him a baby!

With that in mind, he slid his big hands down Abby's back, held her by her tiny waist, and squeezed her into his arms, in an intimate way.

Abby felt extremely flattered, and she leaned lightly against Dylan.

Savannah turned her head away from the intimate behaviors of the two.

Mr. Hawk laughed, "Oh, I see! The resort is honored by your presence! Mr. Sterling, please enjoy your time here, eat and have fun! Let me show you around our resort first?"

Dylan's face clouded when seeing that Savannah did not even take a glance at him. "Aren't you shooting an ad? You go on. We've been walking around for a long time, and we're tired. I want to rest for a while here."