145 Chapter 145: She Lived In This Cage

She had become another man's woman.

Beverly Hills was the upper area inhabited principally by wealthy people of LA.

The detached villa in front of him was the most luxurious house in Beverly Hills. The red walls and green tiles set each other off beautifully, but it was like a splendid cage to keep outsiders out.

And Savannah lived in this cage.

In fact, as he watched Savannah walking towards the house, he restrained himself with difficulty from pulling her back.

He really wanted to get her out of here and never come back again!

However, he also understood that he was powerless against the owner of the villa, especially in his current position.

The only way was… Asking the Smiths for help. The Smith, however, was the family he hated and wanted to avoid.

With this in mind, Kevin knitted his handsome brows, his fingers squeezing the steering wheel. Veins throbbed on his forehead as if he was struggling painfully.

Finally, he stepped on the gas pedal and drove away.

When Savannah stepped in the villa, Judy was just in the courtyard, looking with surprise at the car going away outside the house.

Apparently, Judy had caught sight of Kevin driving her back.

In normal times, she would be nervous when Judy saw Kevin send her home.

But today, since she asked Kevin to bring her back, she had nothing to fear. She didn't care!

What's more, Dylan was busy dating Abby right now. He just didn't have the time to care for her.

Judy looked at Savannah's pale face anxiously.

"Savannah, what's the matter with you? Are you injured?" asked Judy when she saw the red paint on Savannah's dress.

Looking down, Savannah found the red paint on her white dress, looking the same as dried blood. Although Kevin protected her when Norah spilled the red paint on her, part of her dress had still been caught by the paint.

It looked as if she was bleeding from an injury.

"Nothing. It's just paint," Savannah shook her head.

"Paint? What happened? Where did this paint from?" Judy was even more surprised.

Savannah told Judy how Norah threw paint on her on the road.

"What nonsense! She vented her anger at you without making things clear! Savannah, are you okay? Have you been injured?" asked Judy angrily and eagerly.

"No. Don't worry," Savannah looked relieved but tired. "Judy, I'm going upstairs to take a bath. Besides, I'm a bit tired today. I don't want to have dinner tonight, I think I'm just going to go to bed," she said, then she entered the living room and went straight upstairs.

Judy would have asked more, but Savannah turned away directly. After thinking it over, Judy was still worried. She went in and called Dylan.

"What's up?" Mr. Sterling's calm voice came through the phone.

"Savannah has just returned. She was accosted by Norah and covered in red paint. I don't know what her aunt did to her, but Savannah went straight upstairs without supper. She looked depressed."

Mr. Sterling remained quiet over the phone for a few seconds.

"Didn't she go out with a bodyguard?" Finally, a cold voice sounded.

"No..." Judy swallowed, "sir, would you like to come back today? I'm afraid Savannah is hurt. She didn't want to say anything before she went back to her room."

"What's the matter, Dylan?" A coquettish voice from a woman sounded from Dylan's side.

Dylan glanced at Abby next to him, a cold smile on his lips.

"She herself didn't take a bodyguard. She deserved it," Then he hung up.

"Who's calling, Dylan? Anything happened?" Abby said, inquiringly on the passenger's seat.

After dinner at the hotel, Dylan offered to take her home.

She wanted to be with Dylan a while longer; she didn't even mind spending the night with him. But she was afraid to scare him away like last time in the resort.

Anyway, he hated Savannah now. She didn't have to be hasty.

Take her time.

"Nothing," Dylan looked ahead, his voice low and sexy.

"It sounded like Savannah had an accident... Don't you have to see her?" Abby's eyes were wide open. She looked kind, considerate and thoughtful to gain favor with this man.

"No. She is making a commotion about nothing," He stepped on the gas, his eyes cold.

Abby, secretly pleased, said nothing more.

Savannah threw the dirty clothes away and took a bath and, when she was done, went back to her bedroom in her pajamas.

Taking out the game disc from Kevin, she put it in the computer CD-ROM drive.

After a short while, the screen turned black, and then a piece of sweet and classical music was played. The colorful and pleasing game picture was shown on the screen.

The game was called Fairyland. It was an epic fantasy MMORPG.

In this world, humans coexisted with elves and gods, and all the heroes in the world were fighting for a treasure. Whoever owned this treasure could dominate the whole world.

The map to the treasure was said to be owned by a goddess, whose present whereabouts were unknown.

The goddess's name was Savannah.

Goddess Savannah was one of the most mysterious and fascinating female NPC in the game.

She wore a purple skirt, her long golden hair showing her noble beauty. There was a passion for life in her blue eyes, which were really the same as Savannah's.

Players could wield incredible powers drawn from 88 unique Class combinations, master over 20 crafting skills, build houses and manors in the open world, farm, trade, forge alliances, and lay waste to all who stand in your way looking for goddess Savannah.

Although the game was in its closed beta now, Savannah was sure it would be a big success.

It was no wonder that brother Kevin created JK at a young age. He was a genius!

After playing the game all night, Savannah felt sleepy. She yawned and took out the game disc, putting it next to the computer. Climbing into bed, she quickly fell asleep.

It was late at night.

After quite a long while, the door of the living room downstairs opened. Dylan pushed the door in, his long shadow casting on the marble floor. Judy was surprised to see him.

"Sir, you've come home!"