146 Chapter 146: How Is She?

But of course, he was still worried about Savannah and secretly came in the dead of night.

"How is she?" Dylan ignored the meaningful smile on Judy's face.

"Savannah should be sleeping," Judy said, "She didn't have dinner tonight. I dared not ask, and I guess she was in a bad mood. Her aunt went too far."

Dylan asked no more questions and directly went upstairs. He pushed Savannah's bedroom open and went in.

The night breeze entered the room with him, lifting the curtains. The little woman lay on her bed face downward, with a fluffy pillow under her arms. She slept soundly, like an innocent doll, and did not realize he was in her room.

Her loose pajama slipped down, uncovering her white back.

Dylan gazed at her, eyes burning. He restrained the desire in his bloodstream, went over, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Slowly and carefully, he bent over, pulled away from the pillow from her arms, and examined her from head to foot, even the corners of her knees and elbows.

Savannah was so tired today that she did not wake up from his movement. She just made some inaudible sounds.

Fortunately, there were no injuries. Not even the paint had been left on her skin after her bath.

Dylan relaxed, and his eyes softened a little. He was about to stand up when a soft arm wrapped around him.

The little woman found her arms empty in her dream and took him as a pillow.

His desire, hot and heavy, surged through his lower belly again!

Savannah did not realize that danger was at her side. She held his waist more tightly, even boring into his arms.

Dylan's breath hitched in his throat. Damn it, was she challenging his self-restraint?

Finally, he restrained his desire to take her in her sleep. Gently he made her lay on the bed. When he stood up, he found himself burning in sweat.

Before he left, his eyes fell on the disc on the desk.

Walking over, he picked up the disc and found two words on the disc: Fairyland.

It sounded like a game's name.

When did the little woman start playing games? Ever since she had begun to live in his home, he had never seen her play a game.

He turned the disc over, and there was a line of small words:

To Savannah, from Kevin.

Dylan raised his eyebrows, a cold gleam in his eyes. He turned on the computer and inserted the disc in. So as not to wake up the little woman on the bed, he did not forget to turn off the volume.

It was a game. It was JK's new game.

The heroine of the game story was called Savannah.

What did that mean?

Was this game developed by Kevin specifically for that little woman?

Oh, he was really well-intended!

He glanced at the tiny figure on the bed with a shrewd eye.

He got up, turned off the computer, and went downstairs.

"Sir, are you going away now?" Judy shuddered when she saw him coming down in anger.

Dylan stopped, "She came back alone today?" his voice was as cold as iron.

Savannah had been at the villa for several days, and she went out today only.

She was supposed to get the game disc today.

In other words, she probably met Kevin today.

Judy hesitated for a moment, and then said honestly,

"I was in the yard when Savannah came back. It seemed that she was driven back by a young man."

A young man... It had to be Kevin.

He had quite the nerve to come here! And the little woman, how did she dare allow Kevin to drive her back!

She was so bold! Did she ignore his existence?

Judy, knowing Dylan's temper, feared that he would turn on Savannah and said hurriedly,

"The man just took Savannah to the door and left. Nothing was said or done."

What else did he dare to do? Did he want to risk his neck?

Dylan clenched his fist, and after a long time, the anger in his eyes faded.

"Don't tell her I've been here."

With that, he turned away and left.

Coming out of the villa, Garwood was standing at the side of the car.

"Sir."

"How's it going on?" Dylan lowered his voice, temporarily putting Kevin and the game disc away.

"I have notified the IT department to monitor Abby all the time. As long as Abby wronged Miss Schultz, evidence will be found sooner or later," Garwood reported.

Dylan took Abby out today to find a chance to install a monitor on her phone.

Then the IT department promptly attached the monitor program on Abby's phone.

The next step was to monitor Abby 24 hours to find evidence.

"Sooner or later? I want it within a month, not sooner or later!" Dylan scolded, his eyebrows knitted tightly.

If he failed to find evidence that Savannah had been wronged in a mouth, she would be handed over to the police.

Even if he could bail her out of jail by his position and power, she would lose her reputation.

Garwood shuddered at the chill on Dylan's face, "Yes, sir. I'll push the IT!"

"And what about the other thing?" Dylan's tone was deadly.

Garwood understood what he meant. "We brought her here."

Then he clapped his hands.

Two bodyguards came along with a struggling middle-aged woman.

The woman, tied up and gagged, stared at the man in front of her in terror. It was Norah, Savannah's aunt.

Norah shuddered terribly. Now she knew why she was carried here.

"Sir, what are you going to do with her?" Garwood asked.

Dylan leaned against the car, his cold eyes searching like a knife on Norah.

"Pay her back."

A bodyguard immediately turned to Norah and began to slap her; he didn't stop until Norah's mouth was too swollen to open.

Slowly, Dylan went right up to Norah, pulled out the strips of cloth from her mouth and looked her over, and said, with indifference,

"Do you still dare to frame my woman?"

"I didn't frame that wicked girl!" Norah said unwillingly and indistinctly, "that little bitch did cause my daughter to miscarry... Sir, you are so excellent that you can get any woman you want. Why do you like that heartless girl?"