Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Edmond found no strength for words. He slowly raised his bloody arms, crawling toward Charlotte.

"Charlotte..."

"I don't want to be here!" Charlotte almost broke down. She looked hopefully at Garwood and pleaded, "ask Dylan to let me go! It's Edmond's idea, none of my business! I don't want to..." Charlotte almost fainted when she caught a whiff of blood. She stepped back, clutching her body for fear of being touched by the bloody man, blaming him for everything.

Edmond looked desperate, his hand hanging towards his beloved girl.

Garwood and the bodyguards all regarded Charlotte with a contemptuous sneer.

"Don't stop," Garwood ordered coldly, "let Miss Rowe enjoy the night. Send her home in the morning."

With that, he strode toward the warehouse door.

They didn't hurt Charlotte, not because Dylan felt tender towards her.

For all the people who dared to bully Miss Schultz, Dylan would show no pity, no matter the one was a man or a woman.

For a lady like Charlotte, instead of giving her a good beat, it was more useful to destroy her spirit.

As they beat Edmond, they brought great mental pain upon Charlotte so as to avenge Miss Schultz.

Realizing that they were going to leave her all night here with Edmond, keeping her watching Edmond being beaten and listening to his screaming, Charlotte was verging on a breakdown.

"Don't leave me here! No!"

What replied to her was the door being banged shut!

* * *

In the morning, Savannah got changed and was about to go out when Joanne called.

It was Saturday today. They had made an appointment to have dinner together at noon.

The mother and the daughter would meet to eat together every week. After Granny Rowe came, Joanne was afraid that her daughter would be embarrassed to come to Royal Villa, so she arranged the place for a meal at a nearby restaurant recently.

"Sorry, Savannah, I may not be able to go out to lunch with you today." Joanne's voice was tired and hoarse as if she had not had much rest all night.

"Aren't you feeling well again?"

Joanne hesitated and lowered her voice, "something happened to Charlotte."

"What's the matter with her?" Savannah's eyes twinkled.

"She didn't come back last night. Ethan and Lionel sent people looking for her the whole night. In the early morning, she finally came back in very bad shape, as if she was badly frightened. She didn't say anything or answer our questions. Oh yes, her dress was even stained with blood. We thought she was hurt and wanted to call the doctor, but she said it was not her blood. However, she refused to say anything more, only shut the door and locked herself in the room. My mother-in-law was so worried that her high blood pressure attacked her again, and now she was still on a drip. The whole family is in a mess, so I can't go out right now. I'm sorry, Savannah."

"All right, mom, I understand," Savannah said calmly.

"I'll call you when we're done," Joanne said and hung up.

Holding the phone, Savannah took a deep breath.

She could guess what happened to Charlotte last night. Perhaps her friend, Edmond, didn't end well either.

The blood on Charlotte's dress was probably Edmond's.

Dylan must have dealt with them last night.

Charlotte wasn't hurt, but she must have been traumatized. Savannah wondered what Dylan did to scare her into this.

After much deliberation, she still didn't tell Joanne about Charlotte's intention of killing her.

She knew her mother loved Charlotte after spending more than ten years with her.

She would have been very sad to know that her stepdaughter had a mind to kill her own daughter.

Her mother was innocent, and she shouldn't take so much.

Seeing that Charlotte got her punishment and the whole Rowe family was in a state of confusion, Savannah felt strangely comfortable.

But that alone was not enough.

After all, the Rowe family owed her dad his life!

Thinking of this, her clear eyes flashed hate and vehemence.

This was just the beginning.

She wanted to bring the Rowe family to ruin.

Only in this way could she avenge her father, make up for what she had suffered in her parentless years.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a man came in.

She was so attentive that she didn't even notice the footsteps until she was pulled into the man's hot arms from behind.

Startled, she heard a warm and husky voice whispering in her ear, "penny for your thoughts."

"No, nothing..." she gasped, still absorbed in her hatred for the Rowe family, and didn't recover.

Dylan caught the panic she was trying to hide and even an incongruous sense of gloominess she had forced down. He gently grasped her chin, staring down at her.

"Really? Who were you talking to?"

Savannah became a little nervous under his keenest eyes.

She couldn't imagine how furious the man would be if he knew she made up with him for revenge. The only certainty was that he wouldn't talk to her or see her again.

She could no longer use his power at that time.

Thinking of this, she quickly adjusted her mood, biting her lip, "It's my mom..."

"What's it?"

"Mom told me that Charlotte went out last night and didn't return until this morning. She looked scared, and her dress was stained with blood... Does it have anything to do with you?" Savannah looked at him carefully.

"Um." Dylan withdrew his hand to roll up the sleeves, his tone full of coolness.

"What did you do to her and Edmond?" Savannah asked tentatively.

He hadn't meant to frighten the little woman by specifying the matter, but since she asked, he kept nothing back.

"The man's crippled. Charlotte watched the whole process and got badly frightened," he said with a straight face as if the matter has nothing to do with him.

Savannah gasped. He made a cripple out of Charlotte's friend, who almost killed her?