Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Fiona's eyes popped in surprise, and her mouth widely opened.

"Wow, Jenkins's so kind to you. Savannah, what exactly is your relationship with Jenkins? Are you his daughter? Tell me how you persuade him, so I can learn from you!"

Savannah pinched Fiona's cheek and laughed, "Come on. Jenkins said that if I could win a prize in the competition, it will also be glorious for the company. That's why he supports me."

"But it's a month's paid leave! You know, our company's very busy. Last time, Lucy was sick and wanted to ask for three days off, but was refused by her boss. You're not the first one who took part in this competition. Some designers had taken part in similar events before, but the company never gave them such a favor at that time. Your previous director said that it was only a personal matter which had nothing to do with the company! How does the company support you now? Come on, how on earth did you get your boss to give you such a convenience?" Fiona twittered.

Savannah remained tongue-tied for a long time. There seemed to be something in what Fiona said.

If there has ever been a guy who supported her and allowed her to take time off from work at any time, it would not be Jenkins, but Jenkin's boss.

That man should have spoken to Jenkins so she could get her to leave and the company's full support.

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The third Fashion Designer Awards Competition officially started.

The contest was divided into three stages.

Stage 1 - An open audition. Every competitor of the competition should present five works in the form of color magazine drawings in the A4 format. The works would be evaluated by the contest jury, and only 15 competitors out of them would pass to the semi-final.

Stage 2- Semi-final.

Stage 3- Final.

As soon as Savannah got the reply that she survived the audition, she called Kevin and told him the good news. Kevin was happy to hear that and said he would make a reservation at a fancy French restaurant so that they could eat together to celebrate the first victory.

She had just hung up the phone when it rang again. Savannah thought it was still Kevin who had something else to add.

"Yeah, Kevin?" She answered it quickly.

"Mommy, it's me." On the other side of the phone came a familiar sweet voice.

"Kaiden?"

"Yeah. Was mommy on the phone with someone else?" Kaiden twitched his eyebrows warily.

"Er, what's up, Kaiden?" Savannah changed the subject, smiling helplessly. The little guy was almost the same as his bossy father.

"I heard that mommy passed the first round of the competition, so I want to take mommy to lunch."

"Well," Savannah laughed, "it's only the first round. Just wait till I win a prize."

"I just want to have a meal with you, can't I?" Kaiden replied with a bitter tone.

Savannah couldn't refuse him when he pretended to be poor. What's more, she was busy with the competition these days and didn't see him for a long time. She also missed the boy a lot.

She hesitated and asked, "You alone?"

"Yeah, just the two of us."

Relieved, Savannah nodded. "Okay."

Then she called Kevin again. "Kevin, I'm sorry... Kaiden called and asked me out for lunch to celebrate."

"This little guy took you from me again. Ha! No problem, go ahead." Kevin smiled and said graciously. Kaiden was her son, and he understood.

In a good mood, Savannah hung up the phone and took a taxi to the agreed restaurant.

She got out of the taxi and saw a black Mercedes parked at the roadside. Louis, who was waiting for her not far away, came over to her, respectfully, "Miss Schultz, the young master's waiting for you in the restaurant.

Savannah had seen Louis several times and knew that he was the personal bodyguard hired by the Sterling family for Kaiden. Since Kaiden was born, he had always followed him outside.

Savannah thanked him politely and walked into the restaurant.

It was lunchtime, but the whole restaurant was empty. Apparently, it had been reserved in advance.

As Savannah went in, she heard the little boy's voice came from the inside window seat. "Here, Mommy!"

Kaiden, dressed like a little gentleman in a small black tuxedo, was sitting in a chair, waving to her.

She let out a laugh and walked over to him.

"You don't have to reserve the whole restaurant."

"This is my first date with you. Of course, I should." Kaiden straightened his bow tie and jumped off the chair to draw a chair out for Savannah.

Savannah felt surprisingly funny. This little guy would surely become a girl-killer when he grew up.

They talked as the dishes were served.

"Mommy, you had a call with Uncle Rival this afternoon, didn't you?" Kaiden raised his baby face, which was smeared with spaghetti sauce.

Savannah almost choked on her spaghetti, "what uncle?"

"Uncle Rival, the uncle accompanies you back from abroad. He's daddy's rival in love, so he's called Uncle Rival." Kaiden mumbled as he had a bite of cheesecake.

This little guy was too precocious! Savannah nodded helplessly, "well, I was talking to the uncle on the phone. When you called, I thought it was him."

"Did Uncle Rival ask you out for lunch too?" Kaiden had an amazing understanding.

"Yeah…" What could she hide from such a little boy?

"So I took you away from Uncle Rival?"

"Hmm, right." Savannah laughed.

Kaiden sighed with relief. Fortunately, he insisted on having lunch with mommy together, or mommy would be coaxed out by that uncle again!

Savannah thought about it and then explained, "Well, Kaiden, my relationship with that uncle is not what you think."

"So, mommy still likes daddy better?"

"No!" Savannah immediately shook her head, "I have nothing to do with your father now."

Kaiden opened his eyes wide and said hopefully, "since mommy's not with that uncle, why not move to live with dad and me? Other kids' parents are all living together. You're not divorced, why live separately? I want to live with you."

"No." Savannah wiped Kaiden's mouth as she said firmly.

In order to take care of Kaiden's feelings, she wouldn't file for divorce for the time being.

But move to live with that man? No way.

"Why?" Kaiden's red under-lip pushed out, ready to cry.