Chapter 406 - 406: Why Was He Here?

Dylan was silent.

According to the little woman's temper, she would rather walk home than get in his car in a rage.

After pondering for a long time, he sighed and said, "contact the taxi company and get a cab to take her home."

***

Ten minutes later, an empty cab slowly drove up and stopped in front of Savannah.

Savannah rose unsteadily, dried her eyes, and got in the car.

She told the driver her address and then collapsed in the back seat. She couldn't lift a finger, for she was weary and hungry. The pain on her b.a.r.e feet and the shattered dress reminded her what a terrible night she had gone through.

The car sped through the road and was soon back downtown.

At the intersection, the car stopped at the traffic light. In the back seat, Savannah revived after a rest and sat up straight. Then, as if she suddenly remembered, she turned to the driver and said in a hoarse whisper, "sir, please go to another place first."

"Where?" asked the driver.

Savannah took a deep breath and clenched her fists, "to the nearest police station."

* * *

Savannah grappled with the hem of the business suit on her, walking into the police station.

The officer on night duty was surprised to see a young woman, looking disheveled and sad, coming in her b.a.r.e feet.

"What can I help you, Miss?" The young police officer, who was professionally s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e, guessed something at once and asked in a gentle voice.

Savannah calmed down and adjusted her breathing, "sir, I've been r.a.p.ed."

***

On the cruise boat, the party was over. Some guests went back to their rooms on the boat, and others got off.

It was late at night, and all was quiet.

Dylan changed into a new suit and went out onto the deck, followed by Garwood and two bodyguards.

Abby seemed to have had a wonderful party night. She had just seen a director off and was about to return to her suite when she saw Dylan walking straight to her.

"Mr. Sterling, are you leaving?"

Before the words had all left her mouth, Dylan gave her a good slap in her beautiful face!

Abby stepped back and hit the railing, behind which was the dark blue sea. The wash of the waves against the side of the boat was warning her how dangerous she was!

Her face was stinging, and her ear was ringing. Covered her red and swollen face, Abby balanced herself and looked at Dylan in disbelief. Only then did she notice that the man in front of her looked grave and dismal, his expression darker than the gloomy cloud in the sky.

Abby trembled with fear. Before she could say anything, Dylan stepped forward and grabbed her by the throat, his voice cold and stony, "Get yourself killed!"

He closed his fingers slowly.

Abby was choked, and her face turned purple, her tears gushing from her eyes. She was not anything like an elegant superstar in this miserable appearance.

"Mr. Sterling... I beg you... let me..." Abby coughed and found it difficult to breathe.

Garwood, standing by and watching, of course, understood where Mr. Sterling's rage came from. Miss Schultz was almost s.e.x.u.a.lly assaulted by Andrey, Abby's lover, and it was definitely not a coincidence. Abby must know this and even had a hand in it.

Mr. Sterling didn't give any face to Andrey's family and threw him into the sea. Now he must want to kill Abby too.

At this moment, Garwood's cell phone rang. He stepped aside and answered it. After a few words, his face changed. He hurriedly walked to Mr. Sterling, whispering, "Sir."

Dylan loosened his grasp at Abby's neck and turned his face.

Garwood took a breath and leaned close to his ear.

"Miss Schultz went to the police station."

***

In the medical room, Savannah lay down on the examining table and was ready to be examined by a female paramedic to take the evidence.

Though humiliated, Savannah knew this was a necessary procedure. She closed her eyes and opened her legs. When finished, she put on a clean dress.

The paramedic gave her a pill and a cup of warm water.

Savannah took them and looked at her questioningly.

"The morning-after pill." The paramedic said softly in a sympathetic tone.

Savannah lowered her head and nodded in a trance. Then she swallowed the pill and took a mouthful of water.

Then she was taken to a room next door. An officer told her that he would arrange an interrogation record later and asked her to wait.

Savannah sat alone in the room, trembled slightly when she recalled what she had gone through the whole night. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders to encourage herself.

Ten minutes passed… Twenty minutes passed...

No police officer came.

She stood up and went out to ask the police officer at the front desk.

The young police officer hesitated, "Oh, it's late in the midnight, and we're rather shorthanded at the moment. Please wait..."

Savannah nodded and had to go back to the recording room.

Another ten minutes passed, and she almost nodded off over the desk.

Finally, the door behind her was pushed open, and the footsteps approached.

Relieved, she turned quickly.

"Officer --"

She froze when she saw clearly who had entered the room!

It was not an officer, but Dylan!

Why was he here?

Why did the police let him in?

Dylan looked at the little woman, coldly. She changed into a new dress; her face turned white as she saw him. Her two b.a.r.e legs trembled.

"I heard you accused me of raping you?"

Savannah came to her senses and understood.

The police kept her waiting for a long time because Dylan already knew she was here, and he put pressure on the police!

As he approached her, what he had done to her became clearer in her mind.

She held back her pounding heart and ran towards the door of the recording room. He reacted quickly and caught her by her wrist.

She was pulled into his arms and began to struggle.

"Let me go! Let me go!"