"How did Miss Schultz do that?" Garwood wondered.
In fact, Mr. Sterling had arranged a way to deal with it-- his subordinates responsible for the project we're working day and night to restore the data. Even if Savannah didn't help, he wouldn't submit to Granny Rowe.
In a word, it was impossible for Mr. Sterling to be threatened by the old lady. They just didn't expect Savannah to help Dylan out first.
Dylan explained how Savannah dealt with old Mrs. Rowe and got the files back.
"How could a true daughter of the rich be so scheming and so cruel?" Garwood frowned. "Miss Rowe looks innocent and pure, but the fact is… she not only threatened Eric to cheat on you but also conspired with her friend to kill Miss Schultz. Though Miss Schultz returned the evidence against Charlotte and her friend to old Mrs. Rowe, it's still possible to charge them. Shall I go to the police now?"
After a mont's hesitation, Dylan shook his head and said, "Even if Savannah sued them with that recording, it wouldn't be enough to convict the two. The Rowe family's a big family, it's easy for them to get Charlotte free. What's more, Savannah didn't get hurt, even if we can send that guy to prison, he won't be jailed for long."
"You an…"
"Since they can't get punishnt by law, leave them to ."
* * *
The evening air was cool and clear. A champagne-colored luxury sports car was speeding down an empty road.
In the driver seat, Charlotte jamd down the accelerator, despite the traffic lights, her face twisted with spiteful anger, complaints, and resentnt.
Today, her grandma ca back from the Sterling group and told her that she still couldn't change Dylan's mind.
She couldn't believe it, but her grandma only bit her teeth and said that Savannah destroyed her plan. She told her to stop thinking about Dylan-- there were plenty more fish in the sea!
How could Charlotte accept it? She never thought of being another man's wife!
After further questioning, her grandma threw her a recording pen and said it was in exchange for the threat to Dylan.
She was shocked when she heard the conversation between herself and Edmond.
She never expected that Savannah would have asked soone to check into her and found the evidence against her.
Was this really the end?
After years of insistence, how could she reconcile to her failure easily?
She was almost suffocated by her resentnt, so she went out alone for a drive.
The car rolled on at full speed along the road, raising a cloud of dust.
She didn't know how long she had been driving. Finally, Charlotte stopped at a quiet place, exhausted.
She got out of the car, leaning against it, gasping for air, her fists curled tight.
Almost… She almost got him!
If it were not for Savannah, Dylan might have agreed to engage with her even if he hadn't been in love with her.
Because of that bitch! She lost the chance to be with Dylan again!
And maybe never again... Dylan began to hate her after knowing she had pretended to be his lifesaver. Maybe he wouldn't even see her again!
Charlotte was in deep distress when a car creaked to a halt behind her.
"Miss Rowe?" Two n got off and went directly to her.
"Who are you?" Charlotte froze.
The two n looked at each other and said, "please co with us."
"Why should I go with you?" Charlotte shouted, alard.
Without another word, the two n put up her arms and dragged her to the back of their car.
"What are you doing? Help! Anybody?" Charlotte cried, but soon she was tied up and gagged.
It was a quiet and deserted street, and no one could even hear the noise.
The door slamd shut, and the car sped away.
After so ti, the car stopped in a suburb remote from the urban areas.
The two n dragged Charlotte out of the car, pushing her forward.
Charlotte stumbled, fell to her knees, looking in horror at the large, dilapidated warehouse in front of her. Heart-rending screams could now and then be heard from it.
Charlotte whined in horror. She tried to run, but the n grabbed her by the collar easily and dragged her into the warehouse.
"Mr. Garwood, Miss Rowe's here."
Charlotte's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked over, seeing Garwood standing at the door of the warehouse with an expressionless look.
How could it be Garwood? So that was ordered by Dylan?
Why did Dylan take her into a place like this?
She struggled harder as she began to whimper.
With a frown, Garwood went over to her and pulled out the strips of cloth in her mouth.
"Garwood… did Dylan send here? Why? Did he bla for pretending to be that girl? I knew I was wrong... Can you tell him to let go ho? Let go! What a dirty, dark place this is! I don't want to be here!" Charlotte cried tears in her eyes.
"No hurry, Miss Rowe. Mr. Sterling asked us to send you ho after the show," Garwood said as he gave his n a look. The two n imdiately picked up Charlotte and headed into the warehouse.
Charlotte kept struggling as she was carried inside, only to see a bloody man kneeling with his hands and feet tied. Around him, several strong n were punching and kicking him.
She stared at the man who had been beaten and cried out, "Edmond?"
"Enjoy the show," Garwood said quietly.
When Dylan learned that Miss Schultz was almost hurt by Miss Rowe and this guy, Edmond, he didn't send them to the police but set it here for them.
Charlotte understood!
Dylan tied herself up here with Edmond, not to punish her for pretending to be his lifesaver, but to punish her and Edmond for nearly killing Savannah!
Apparently, Edmond had been caught and brought here in advance and had been tortured for so ti.
Just then, a man gave Edmond's arm another hard kick!
Edmond scread in pain, and his hand went limp like a broken twig.
It was too much for Charlotte, a delicate young lady. She closed her eyes, crying, "No! Send ho! I want to get out of here!"
Garwood grinned and ordered the man next to him, "bring a match and help Miss Rowe keep her eyes open."
Charlotte opened her eyes at once in a cold sweat but didn't dare to look at Edmond covered in blood.
"He committed a cri for you, but you even dare not look at him?" Garwood looked contemptuously at Charlotte and then at Edmond on the ground, shaking his head.
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