Kevin was about to go out looking for Savannah when her assistant called, saying that Savannah was drunk and was in Andrey's suite at the hotel.

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He rushed into the suite, only to find Savannah sleeping quietly on the bed. No one else was in the room.

Her breath reeked of alcohol, but she looked fine. He sat beside her, relieved and puzzled.

Andrey was a notorious playboy, and no woman could escape after falling into his hands.

Luckily, nothing happened to Savannah this time.

But that was strange. Since Andrey had drunk Savannah, how would he let her off easily? And where was he now?

Staying his anger, Kevin took off his suit and wrapped the little woman in his arms. When he reached the door, he stopped short.

"Who found Savannah, and who told you to call me?" He glanced at Savannah's assistant at the door.

The assistant was relieved to see her boss, alright. Being questioned by Kevin, she thought of Dylan's order and hesitated.

"The front desk clerk told me. Maybe he saw Mr. Murray coming to the guest room with Miss Schultz in a coma, and he was afraid of trouble.. I called you as soon as the clerk informed me," whispered the assistant.

Kevin looked at her for a while and didn't ask more.

***

He sent Savannah back to Green Bay and carried her to her bedroom. After keeping her company for a while, he closed the bedroom door and went downstairs.

He told Garcia that Savannah just drank too much in a business dinner and asked her to take good care of Savannah before he left.

Just as he drove away from Green Bay, his cell phone rang.

Muffled voices came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother..Where are you? Come and drink with me..."

It was Cecelia. The noises surrounding her showed she was in a noisy bar or dance hall.

His relaxed nerves suddenly tightened again. He hit the brakes, and the car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road.

"Cecelia, what the hell are you doing? Drinking? Where are you now?"

The little girl went out in the middle of the night? And still, drinking?

"Black Cat Bar," Cecelia hiccupped loudly and giggled, clearly drunk and unconscious. "It's fun here. Brother.. do you want to come together?"

A drunken girl after a drunken girl. Kevin felt exhausted.

Her drunken tone worked him up so much that he hung up. Starting the engine, he got back on the road.

After half a mile, the car creaked to a halt and turned around, running in another way.

Twenty minutes later, the car was parked in front of the Black Cat Bar.

The colored lights flashed in the bar late at night, attracting lonely women and men.

Kevin walked through the dancing youngsters on the dance floor, looking everywhere for his unruly sister.

There was no sign of Cecelia.

"Hey, guy, let's dance..." A voluptuous woman put her arm around Kevin's shoulder as she pressed herself to him.

"Go away," he growled in a low voice.

The woman shivered, noticing the gloom on the face of the handsome young man, and mumbled away.

Kevin shook off those who were looking for a one-night stand and kept searching the boxes until he heard a familiar voice from one of them.

"Oh, no, what bad luck!"

Kevin looked inside the box. There were several men and women singing and drinking. Cecelia was playing dice with two men with malicious intent.

"You lose again! One more drink!" A man urged as he handed Cecelia a full glass of wine.

"You didn't cheat, did you?" Cecelia screwed up her beautiful lips and mumbled as she took the glass.

She was about to drink it down when her wrist was caught. Looking up, she saw Kevin's cool face.

"I knew you would come..." She paused and then giggled.

"Come with me." Kevin seized her hand, turning to drag her out.

But how could the two men see their prey get away? They advanced to block the way, glaring at Kevin.

"Who are you? Mind your own business! She's mine, and we're enjoying what we're doing,"

"Go away," Kevin shouted coldly.

"Oh! How dare you tell us to go? Who are you?" The two men rolled up their sleeves at once, ready to give this young man a lesson.

But as their last word fell, one of them received a heavy blow to his nose. For a moment, the man froze, and then he felt a sharp pain before violent nosebleeds started. He fell to the ground on his back!

Another man, seeing his friend falling, realized that the young man in front of them was not to be crossed. He swore and rushed up violently.

Before he got close, Kevin threw him to the ground with a nice hook. The man landed with a dull thud, groaning with the pain.

Other girls in the box had gathered around, looking at the handsome young man knocking two punks down in a minute, and could not help exclaiming.

"Wow! Awesome!"

"Who's this handsome man?"

Cecelia looked proud, as if she herself was praised.

The two men disgraced themselves, aching all over. They helped each other to get up and ran away in a hurry.

Kevin was immediately surrounded by those girls.

"You are amazing! Have you studied catch and grapple?"

"Would you like to join us for a drink?"

The young man looked handsome and behaved gracefully, and so strong. He was not a nobody.

One bloomer girl even had her arm around Kevin's shoulder.

"Keep your hands to yourself! Get out of my way!" Cecelia grabbed the offending hand and gave the girl a push.

"It's no business of yours!" The girl was pushed back a few steps, distressed.

Cecelia tiptoed and wrapped her arm around Kevin's neck.

"He's my man. Is that clear?"

Those girls shut up with an envious look in their eyes. They wanted to call the attention of this guy, yet someone claimed him as his woman.