149 Chapter 149: You Are Crazy

The name startled Savannah. The bodyguard called him after all.

Holding her breath, she turned and saw Dylan, who was in a sharp black suit. He walked into the studio, and his face was in deep shadow.

All the staff froze on the spot there. The tension in the room was palpable.

Dylan looked around for a moment, and finally, his gaze fell on Savannah. A look of surprise passed over his face.

He had never seen the little woman in such a costume. She looked like a fairy from a painting.

Then he relapsed into his usual apathy.

This look, needless to say, was the one he saw in that game yesterday.

Kevin not only made a game for her but also invited her to be the endorser for his game.

And this little woman was so bold that she dared to take this job!

Sure, he hadn't been around for several days. Did she think she was free to do anything she wanted now? Did she think she could just ignore him?

Savannah dropped her eyes before Dylan's penetrating gaze could burn her. She was frightened now.

Kevin, looking at Savannah, who was obviously nervous, motioned to tell everyone in the room to leave.

In an instant, the studio was empty.

In the empty studio, there were only Dylan, Savannah, and Kevin left, and the atmosphere was even tenser.

Kevin stepped forward, inadvertently blocking Savannah from the man's piercing gaze.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Sterling," he said politely, "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Mr. Wills, have you forgotten that I have shares in JK? I can come to inspect the work, can't I?" Dylan said, clearly challenging the other man.

"Sure. But things are going well for the company right now, and there's nothing to be inspected," Kevin replied.

Inspect the work?

Since Dylan took a share of JK's stock, he had never cared about JK.

Today, his sudden arrival, of course, was not for the sake of JK's business - but for Savannah.

"Mr. Wills, JK is going to release a new MMO game, and you never told me. That's fine. But now you are choosing an endorser, I have to have a hand in this decision," Dylan stood still, with his hands in his pockets, an ironic smile on his lips.

"The game endorser has been found, and she is very suitable. You needn't bother about this, Mr. Sterling."

Oh? Needn't he bother about this? Needn't he care about his woman? He didn't need to worry about another man caring about her?

A slow, sly smile was creeping around the corners of his mouth. "Well, I'd like to talk to this new spokeswoman. Mr. Wills, would you go out first?"

"Mr. Sterling…" Kevin frowned.

"Can't a shareholder say a few words to the company's new game endorser?" Dylan said with a very emphatic pronunciation.

"Kevin, let me talk to him," She said, her voice a whisper.

She had thought he would be furious and would take her away immediately, but now she had no idea what the man was up to.

Though she was a bit afraid, she knew that if she didn't obey Dylan, he would achieve his goal in a more brutal way.

He wouldn't punish her directly - he would punish JK, and she couldn't stand to be the cause of that. That was what he liked most -- punishing her with the people she cared about!

Kevin was afraid that Savannah would have trouble alone with Dylan.

"Mr. Sterling, don't be angry with Savannah. I asked her to take the job, and it's none of her business."

"Angry? Me?" Dylan asked, with a twinge of annoyance, then he turned to Savannah, "let her decide for herself."

Savannah gasped and turned to Kevin, "Kevin, go, please."

"Did you hear it, Mr. Wills?" Dylan's tone was as chill as ice, with indifference and contempt.

"Okay," Kevin looked at Savannah, "call me when you need me," he said before he left the studio.

It was so quiet that Savannah was sure she would be able to hear a pin drop.

Savannah's heart was thumping like a drum. She dared not look at Dylan.

She knew that she had directly gone against him and could not get away with it. But she didn't know what the punishment would be this time.

The unknown was always something to be feared.

"Why don't you look at me? Scared?" Dylan said as he came up to her. He put his hand under her chin and tipped her head up, staring down at her. His eyes were intense as he examined her face.

"Why should I be scared? I didn't do anything wrong," Savannah said, finding it difficult to keep her voice from quivering.

"Nothing wrong? Are you sure?" Dylan snorted. He was now more like a graceful devil.

Savannah could not stand his questioning any longer. She plucked up her courage, looked up, and said,

"Dylan, I just took a job I like. I don't think I did anything wrong! It's your mistake to be so bossy and tyrannical! I think you should see a psychologist again!"

She regretted it as soon as she said it – immediately opening her mouth to take it back, but it was too late. Dylan turned pale and then sneered.

"Do you like the job or the person that offered you the job?"

Savannah bit her lip and turned her head to one side, refraining from a quick retort. It was unwise to speak the reason to Dylan, who was in a rage.

Dylan, however, took her silence as a guilty acquiescence.

He was silent for a few seconds before he withdrew his hand, turned, and strode toward the door of the studio. He reached out to bang the door shut and locked it!

"Dylan, why did you lock the door?" Savannah broke her silence, quickly striding over to the door.

But before she reached it, she was stopped by Dylan, caught by the wrist. Looking up, she found Dylan's dark eyes full of anger and want.

"Because I don't know anyone to be able to see when I take you right here, right now."

Savannah gasped, suddenly somewhat frightened.

All of a sudden, she was picked up and then thrown onto a large sofa next to them. With a rip, he tore off her dress!

"Dylan, are you crazy?" Savannah kicked and struggled.

They were in the studio!

Kevin was still outside the door!

Now Dylan wanted to take her here!

This wasn't just a way to punish her, or prove his strength – he wanted to hurt Kevin, too.

So this was why he didn't take her away immediately. He wanted to punish her.

She struggled but in vain. He leaned down over her and, grasping each of her ankles, quickly jerked her legs apart. He took off her lacy panties with one hand, another hand covering her mouth. He leaned down, his hands on either side of her head, staring down into her eyes, his eyes burning.

"If you want your childhood sweetheart to come in and see what we are doing… you can keep crying."

"Dylan... you are crazy! You pervert..."