What?

"I just help you to break the embarrassment, okay?" Savannah was speechless.

Since Dylan had such a low EQ and made the atmosphere strained, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you need to give that consul the glad eye?" said the jealous man. Dylan felt even more uncomfortable when he thought about that.

"A glad eye? Did I?" She didn't make an eye to any man, but she wanted to roll her eyes at Dylan now!

"After all, don't talk to other men." Dylan squinted, pushing her over, and imprinted a warning kiss on her white forehead. Then he stepped on the accelerator to start the car.

***

After four days in Mexico, Savannah and Dylan returned to LA on a private flight.

When the plane landed on the private tarmac, Savannah took a deep breath of air.

Mexico was fun, but the home was still the best.

Standing on the land of the country, Savannah felt much more at ease now!

Not far from the tarmac stopped a silver-gray Mercedes that had come to pick them up.

"Garwood, take Miss Schultz back to Beverly Hills," Dylan ordered simply.

"Yes, sir." Garwood quickly answered.

"Why? Don't you go back with me?" Savannah blurted out.

Dylan quirked up the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

The little woman, though still stubborn, seemed to become needy in their relationship now.

Especially after this kidnapping.

Savannah noticed the significant smile on his lips and hurriedly added, "I mean you... You just got off the plane. Don't you need a rest?"

Looking toward the horizon between heaven and earth in the distance, Dylan's smile faded by degree.

"There's no time to rest. I'll come back when everything's done." His tone became heavy and cold.

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Savannah understood. He was going back to the Sterling's house to handle Susan's case.

"Let me go with you." After all, she's the person concerned.

"No." Dylan narrowed his eyes, reaching out to adjust her hair in the morning breeze. "I'll take care of it," he said.

The little woman had been jolting for days and need time to rest and recover.

Besides, he didn't want her to see Susan again. He didn't want her to be hurt again.

"But..." She raised her face.

Subconsciously... She wanted to share that burden with him.

"Be good. Your present task is to have a good rest." Dylan leaned over, whispering in her ear. In front of Garwood and others, he kisses her hair gently.

Everyone took a deep breath and quickly turned their eyes, pretending they didn't notice.

Mr. Sterling had no regard for their feelings! Was that good to show affection in front of them, who were all single dogs?

Savannah blushed and busily pushed him away with her hands against his chest. "What're you doing!"

Dylan stared at her pink face, which looked like a piece of sweet jelly, on the point of throwing out, "I want to fuck you."

During these days in Mexico, he had to consider her health and restrained himself all the time. God knew how much he wanted her.

Now, the little woman was almost recovered. If it were not for Susan's matter, he would like to go back home and take her at once.

Restraining his unspeakable desire, he gently pinched her plump face and said in a husky voice, "if you don't want me to do something, go back now."

Savannah took a deep breath and entered the car.

* * *

In the Sterling's house.

Susan was walking with old Sterling in the garden with an air of abstraction.

Dylan flew to Mexico in person the day after Savannah's disappearance.

Apparently, Savannah's whereabouts had already been known, and she heard that Savannah had been saved in time.

Damn it, this little bitch was so lucky that she got away with it again!

These days she had been unable to eat or sleep.

Just now, Garwood called back, saying that Dylan had taken Savannah home. After that, Susan's heart was beating faster. She had a bad feeling.

But she told herself consolingly that she would be okay.

The two gangsters she had sent to kidnap Savannah and Donna had already gone abroad with the money she gave them.

Dylan couldn't find any evidence to charge her.

She was fine after Donna was assaulted by a rascal that year, and she would be fine again this time.

She always had good luck!

A sly grin bent the corners of Susan's thin mouth.

Just then, footsteps and the voice of a servant came from the entrance to the garden.

"Mr. Sterling, you're here."

Susan was a little startled. She knew that Dylan might come to her when he returned to LA, but she didn't expect him to come as soon as he got off the plane! With affected calmness, she turned around.

Dylan walked into the garden with quick steps, and Garwood followed closely behind.

His eyes, so fine and cold, traveled over the garden and fell on Susan.

Susan shivered for no reason but still acted as if nothing was wrong. "Dylan, why did you suddenly go abroad and come back so soon? Why not say hello to dad?" She said coldly and managed a frown.

"What happened to Savannah, Dylan?" Old Sterling asked anxiously. He was concerned about that girl.

"All is well."

These three words relaxed the old man's mind, but Susan's expression became tense. She clenched her fist and cursed Savannah inwardly. That bitch's really lucky.

Old Sterling looked behind Dylan and asked, "where's Savannah? She didn't come with you?"

"I asked Garwood to take her back first," Dylan said dryly.

"You come here alone..." Old Sterling knew Dylan wouldn't come here for no reason.

"Susan, please come with me to the police station." Dylan looked at Susan.

Susan broke out in a cold sweat and immediately hid behind her father. "Dad..."

"Dylan, what do you mean? I said, if there's no evidence, don't talk nonsense..." Old Sterling frowned.

"When Savannah was kidnapped, she heard the kidnapper talking with Susan over the phone. She didn't want Henley to leave LA with Donna and planned the kidnapping. Savannah just caught them unluckily, so she was tied up together. Susan let the kidnappers sell the two people to the red-light district in Mexico City. If I hadn't arrived in time..." Dylan snorted as he said.

Old Sterling's face changed. He looked at Susan. "You did it?"

Susan gritted her teeth and mustered up a tear, "Dad, I didn't! Since you restricted my actions, I've been reflecting in the small white building, I wouldn't dare to do that! Savannah said it was me, so it was me? Does she have any proof? Did she see me in person? Just one phone call? How ridiculous! Besides, you know that she harbors a grudge against me, dad. Maybe she's taking the opportunity to frame me!"