174 Chapter 174: You Want To Repay My Help?

"Certainly. I helped you to get your design drawing back, lest you say I'm ungrateful. I don't owe you anymore. Let me go!" Holding her breath, Savannah turned her face away as she pushed him, fearing being seen by Judy and the hourly workers.

Although she had lived in Beverly Hills for so long, she was not used to being seen by others when Dylan was too close to her. She felt really embarrassed as if she was caught adultery in the act.

Perhaps it was because she had no formal identity.

She was not his wife or his fiancée. She was not even his girlfriend.

What would people think of her when he saw her sitting on his lap in such an intimate way in the early morning?

Dylan was the master and house owner, thick-skinned, but she still needs her face.

"Really? Speak your heart." He was clearly not satisfied with her answer. Instead of letting her go, he held her closer, cradling her, and then leaned down to kiss her ear.

"Why, I did... I was just trying to pay you back." She argued as she pushed him, his big hand slipping to her waist.

"Your nose would get longer if you keep lying." Dylan teased. His tone was mild but charming, making Savannah's heart beating madly.

She did not have time to think whether her nose would get longer or not, but she felt his growing erection against her thigh.

If they continued this close contact, she was not sure if the scene in the car last night would be replayed or not.

"Dylan, let me go." She said contentedly as she struggled.

"I will let you go when you don't lie." His tone sounded vaguely threatening.

Just then, Judy's footsteps came from the kitchen and came closer.

"Well, I went to Devin's house for you, okay?" In desperation, Savannah bit her lip and said.

Was that what this man wanted to hear?

Dylan was then satisfied and finally relaxed his hold.

She pushed him away, got up, and quickly went back to her seat.

At the same time, Judy walked by. Luckily, she should not have seen her being bullied by him on his lap.

Embarrassed and angry, Savannah didn't want to see him anymore. She stood up and was about to go toward the staircase.

"What are you going to do?" Dylan glanced at her and said, "as far as I know, your advertisement for JK has just finished. You have nothing to do these days."

"Can't I just go upstairs and get some sleep?" She snapped.

"You go to bed again just after breakfast? Do you want to gain more weight? What about your profession and ambition as a model?" Dylan deliberately mentioned what she cared about.

"How's Devin?" She asked tentatively.

Devin should have a bad end for stealing the confidential design drawing. But Devin was after all Dylan's nephew. With old Sterling and Susan backing him up, Dylan couldn't be too harsh on him.

She was curious about what Dylan was going to do with it.

"He'll have to pay for what he has done." His tone was stern.

Then he looked up at Savannah, "don't care about the fate of others, care about yourself. You haven't been punished this time, but it doesn't mean you haven't done anything wrong." He teased and raised his eyebrows.

Savannah pursed her lips. Then she cleverly changed the subject, "how did he steal the design drawing from your computer this time? The documents on your personal computer should be confidential and protected by more than one password. Even if he could keep other employees away, it would be difficult for him to get access to your computer files."

Just then, his phone rang, and he pressed the answer button.

"Sir." It's Garwood. "I just asked the lawyer to file a lawsuit and send Miller to the police station. According to Miller's guilt, she will be in prison for at least half a year."

"Thank you." Dylan's tone was cold, and then he hung up.

"Devin asked Miller to steal the design drawing?" Savannah understood immediately.

Miller, the former chief secretary of the company, certainly knew his computer password.

Even if she left the company, the details about Dylan's working habits would still be fresh in her mind.

Devin managed to steal the design drawing with the help of the former secretary, Miller.

In fact, many bosses wouldn't fire their chief secretaries if they didn't have to. The chief secretary always knew a lot of company secrets.

Dylan fired Miller, a key employee of the company, because of her.

Savannah knotted her fingers together.

Dylan put his phone on the table, tapping his slender fingers rhythmically.

"Devin's ambition is getting bigger and bigger." He said, a cold gleam in his eyes.

His nephew used to go against him.

But now he even had the audacity to bribe his former secretary to steal his trade secrets!

Looking at his impassive face, Savannah shuddered for no reason. Well, for Devin.

She could imagine, this time, he would fight back against Devin, in a serious way.

***

At the same time, Norah just came back to her house after buying some vegetables from the market.

As soon as she stepped into the neighborhood, she heard several neighbors' talk.

"See? The daughter of the Schultz's family, who married a rich man, has been staying at home for several days. She has never come out since she was driven back home."

"The girl who married the grandson of old Sterling?"

"Yes."

"Oh, didn't Norah throw her weight around in front of us a little while ago, saying that her daughter was begged to marry the young master of the Sterling family? Did her daughter have a quarrel with that young master?"

"Gee, how could she be begged by the Sterling? Everyone knows that Valerie succeeded in marrying the rich family because she got pregnant first. She must have played a trick. However, I saw her belly flat when she came back. It seems that she was driven back because she lost the unborn baby. "