209 Chapter 209: Sly Girl

"Dad!" Susan took advantage of the slight relaxation of his hand and rushed to old Sterling. Then she dared not approach Dylan anymore.

Old Sterling sighed with relief when Dylan let Susan go.

"Dylan, I know you're anxious. If it really has anything to do with Susan, I won't spare her. But you don't have any proof that Susan did it. Now the most important thing is to find Savannah, right?" Old Sterling frowned and said.

"Dad's right!" Susan straightened up, "what makes you think I did it? Do you have any proof? I've been at home these days!"

She gave the two gangsters a lot of money, and they should have already left LA.

Savannah and Donna would have been at sea by now and probably had already been shipped out of the country.

When these two bitches were sold to the red-light district of Mexico, they would never have a chance to escape from that place the whole life!

The dead couldn't give witness!

Ha! At that time, who else could testify against her?!

Dylan looked coldly at Susan, who was hiding behind her father. "You'd better pray that she doesn't lose a hair, or I'll have the person who hurt her buried with her!"

Without proof, it's impossible for his sister to admit.

According to Susan's character, since she was determined to make Savannah and Donna disappear, she wouldn't disclose any clue.

He had no time to waste with her. The most important thing was to save them first.

"Take Miss Sterling back to the white building! Lock the door and don't let her leave without my permission!" Dylan waved and ordered.

Before Susan could say a word, she was forced out of the house by two servants.

At this time, Garwood's phone rang up again. It was the police chief who reported the progress.

"Sir, how's it going?" Garwood had just answered the phone when Dylan reached out, motioning that he wanted to speak with the police chief in person.

Garwood handed the phone to Dylan.

The director was explaining the situation to Garwood when he heard Dylan's calm, cold voice on the other end of the phone. Surprised, he said respectfully, "Mr. Sterling."

"Say." Dylan didn't bother to say a word more.

"Mr. Sterling, we've taken the video surveillance along the road, and we searched in the direction of the van as it went, but it's a plain-looking van, and it's hard to track... Of course, we'll do our best!" A cold sweat broke out on the chief's forehead; he wiped it with his handkerchief as he said.

"Doing your best is not enough. Before dawn, the van must be found." Dylan spoke the words with iron decisiveness.

The police chief gasped, but there was no room to refuse.

Though the Sterling family didn't enter politics, it was inextricably linked with the highest levels, and its domestic and global forces were still not to be underestimated.

How dare he, as a mere police chief, say no to his orders?

This time if he failed to get the job done, he might at least lose the post title of police chief...

"Yes, Mr. Sterling!" he gritted his teeth and promised.

***

Daybreak.

Savannah was woken up by a door opening. She did not sleep well at all.

The middle-aged woman took two bowls of congee, which had been cooled for a long time, as their breakfast.

Donna was also awakened. When she was about to rush madly out of the room, she remembered Savannah's words and tried to calm down again.

In the present situation, they should not be stubborn but be pliant, obedient, and pretend to have accepted their destiny.

"Porridge again? Madam, nothing else?" Savannah bit her lip on purpose.

"Oh, you've begun to pick and choose! Shall I give you a bird's nest and abalone?" The middle-aged woman gave Savannah a disdainful stare; however, she also felt at ease; the girl didn't make a scene but was concerned about eating, which meant she gave up the thought of running away.

"We don't need a bird's nest or abalone, but at least give us some hot food. My sister had just given birth to a baby, and she might get sick with cold food. How could she make money for you if she falls ill?" Savannah said carefully.

Surprised, the middle-aged woman looked at Donna and asked, "what? She just had a baby?"

"Yes, madam," Donna knew what Savannah meant. She leaned back against the container and pretended to have a weak posture, "I just gave birth to a child a month ago, and I'm not young. I won't be liked by those men. I can't make much money for you. Why don't you let us go, and we'll give you back the money you have paid to buy us!"

The middle-aged woman looked at Donna, and sure enough, she saw that the part of her clothes covering her breasts was wet. It seemed to be wet with human milk.

This symptom would happen in lactating women after giving birth.

The middle-aged woman took a breath. She ran out and called a doctor in.

Of course, there was no medical equipment on board, but the doctor knew some traditional Chinese medicine and always treated the patients on board.

The doctor felt Donna's pulse and gave her a simple check. Then he nodded. "She's a new mother."

The middle-aged woman turned pale and sent the doctor away.

"Madam, my sister can't receive guests in this condition. If she annoys the guests, she will smash your business. I suggest you let her go, and I will help her debt!" Savannah stroked the iron while it was hot.

The middle-aged woman angrily cursed the two kidnappers. They sold a woman who had just given birth to a child to her, but charged her so much money!

Many guests thought that women after childbirth would bring bad luck.

"Sly girl!" sneered the woman, "let her go? Wait till she calls the police to help you? In your dream! Am I a fool? Although she's sick now, I can wait after she recovers!"

Even if this new mother was not worth much, she couldn't throw her away!

That's a big loss!

Then she turned and went out, slamming the door behind her.

"Savannah... it didn't work..." Donna's eyes were red.

Savannah dabbed at her hand. "It's okay," she said, "this is only the first round! She knows that you are a new mother and not in good health. We can take our time."

"Well..." Donna nodded. Before she could ask more, she let out a cry when a hairy black shadow darted past, and it chattered!