Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Dylan concealed his anger well, but it was still captured by the boy.

The boy sat down on the vacated sofa in a comfortable position, grinning at Dylan as he tapped on the arm with his slender fingers.

"Well, Mr. Sterling, Miss Schultz is still alive for the moment, see?"

After a pause, he twisted up his lip again. "But it's hard to tell if she's still alive later."

Dylan turned his dark eyes to the boy and asked gloomily, "What do you want? Money, or something?"

"I just want to enjoy the look on your face when you're worried about your woman." The boy smiled as if he was in a good mood.

Dylan clenched his fists, and his face took on a ghastly expression. A kidnapper who wanted nothing was more terrible because he could throw everything away.

The boy arranged everything, not for money, but for --

Revenge.

And he was his enemy.

Savannah was kidnapped only because she was his woman.

But how could he offend a boy of about fourteen?

Did something happen between them before he lost his memory?

He couldn't remember it at all.

He calmed down, and a half-smile of contempt curved on his lips.

"Just a wimpy kid," he said with elaborate nonchalance.

A light of extreme displeasure flashed into the boy's eyes.

Dylan looked at the boy quietly as he said, "I don't know why you hate me so much, but if you want to threaten me with her, you made a mistake. You only found out that she was my woman, that she had given me a son, and that we were very close. But I'm afraid you have missed one thing."

The boy stared at Dylan with a frown.

"I had a bad illness last year and went to another city for treatment. Although I recovered from my illness, I had a serious hangover from the treatment. I forgot about a lot of people and things. She's one of the people I forgot. I keep her by my side, not because of affection but because of responsibility. I could not get rid of a woman who had borne a child for me. Besides, she was also the granddaughter of the chairman of the Morton group and the future heir of the group. But don't expect me to give up anything to save her. So boy, you got the wrong person. Do you think I'd give up everything I have to save a stranger?" Dylan smiled disdainfully.

On the projector screen, Savannah was staring blankly at the camera with a pale face.

She couldn't see Dylan in the room, but she could hear everything in the warehouse.

Every word that Dylan had just said went through her like knives.

In the warehouse, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet and strained.

Brent looked at the boy. They did find out that Dylan had had an illness but didn't know that he had lost his memory after the treatment.

If Mr. Sterling didn't remember this woman, it meant that the boy had caught Savannah for nothing.

In this case, as Mr. Sterling said, no one would sacrifice himself to save a stranger.

The expression on the boy's face froze, but slowly an interesting smile appeared on his face.

Then he gave a gentle laugh.

In the quiet warehouse, the delicate and childlike laughter was particularly harsh and alarming.

"Interesting," the boy said, "Mr. Sterling, you did everything you could to save Miss Schultz. Do you think you can trick me into letting her go by pretending to be detached and unfeeling to her now?"

"I didn't lie to you. I don't remember her. It's not difficult to confirm what I said. Although it's not known to outsiders, the servants of my family, my doctors at home and in NY, all know all about it," Dylan replied coolly.

"Ah, since you said you don't remember her and have no feelings with her, why did you come here today alone and risk yourself for her? Your actions are the exact opposite of what you have just said, Mr. Sterling." The boy was still grinning.

"Didn't I just explain that? I still have a responsibility to her. I would not tolerate it even if a dog around me was bullied by someone. Besides, she was my woman and gave birth to a child for me. I came because she was in danger. As her man, I have to save her. But it doesn't mean anything else."

On the projector screen, Savannah turned paler, shaking like a leaf.

The boy stared at Dylan as if trying to work out whether his statement was true or false.

Dylan continued quietly, "so you don't need to threaten me with her safety. I'll stay here and talk to you. Let her go first."

After a long silence, the boy began to laugh again, more broadened.

"Mr. Sterling," he suppressed his mirth said softly, "your acting's not bad. Unfortunately, what you just did gave you away. You leaned over to the projector screen and shifted your eyes a lot when you said you had no feelings for that woman. Besides, you're too impatient. If you're indifferent to her, why did you keep urging me to let her go first?"

Brent glanced at his young master.

The godfather was always strict with the boy and never neglected his education.

The boy had learned a variety of subjects, including language, sports, art, self-defense, etc., all of which were basic subjects.

He also skimmed through some books about psychology, reverse tracking, and criminal investigation.

It was hard to fool him.

Nicolo and his people looked at the boy with more shock and admiration.

Dylan looked at the boy coolly, as though the boy was a beast born to kill. His palms were sweaty.

"You kept saying you don't remember Miss Schultz, and you don't have any feelings for her... Well, let me see." The boy smiled innocently and ordered something to a hatchet-man in a low voice.

At the boy's command, the hatchet man entered the room in which Savannah was locked and appeared on the screen.

Dylan didn't know what he was going to do. Cold shivers ran down his spine. He stared at the screen with clenched hands.

The hatchet man took out a dagger and lifted Savannah's head with another hand.

Everyone, except the boy and Brent, caught their breath as the thin sharp blade flashed a dangerous light against Savannah's cheek.

The man drew the dagger down her tender cheek as though he would slice off her face at any moment.

Slowly, the dagger slid onto her slender neck.

If the arteries in the neck were accidentally cut, it would be much more than disfigurement.

Before Dylan could react, a long strand of Savannah's hair was cut off by the dagger and fell to the ground.