Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 528 - 528: The Last Hope Crashed Away

"You don't want to leave because you still have a chance to see Mr. Sterling in Zagreb Film. So, you'd rather apologize than get fired, right?" Olivia finished the sentence for her.

Savannah didn't speak. She slightly bowed her head, stirring the drink with a straw and trying to hide the mood, but her expression and movement had betrayed her.

Olivia knew she was right and sighed.

She wanted to persuade Savannah to let go. She didn't know when Savannah started to insist on Dylan.

But the man had already treated her like that, and... he was getting engaged to Charlotte. Was it worthwhile to insist when that man kept giving her the cold shoulder?

However, only Savannah herself knew if it was worth it. As her friend, she couldn't make a decision for her. But she had to remind her, "Savannah, remember, he and Charlotte will get engaged in a week. He's going to be somebody else's fiancé. You may get nothing by staying here without dignity."

Savannah pinched the straw tightly, filled with bitterness.

She was about to say something when suddenly her stomach got sick, and she was just at the point of vomiting. She dropped her drink and rushed to the washroom.

Startled, Olivia grabbed her handbag and followed her into the washroom, where Savannah was throwing up all that she ate into a toilet and was still retching.

She patted Savannah on the back gently.

Finally, Savannah looked better. Olivia helped her to her feet and led her to wash her face.

"What's the matter with you? You scared me out of my wits!" Olivia looked at Savannah, who was still pale in the mirror.

Savannah patted her face with cold water. Though still slightly dazed, she forced a smile, "nothing. Maybe it was because I drank too many cold drinks just now, and my stomach has been stimulated. I feel better now."

"Are you sure you are all right? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"Oh, don't exaggerate it. I'm all right." Savannah shook her hand.

Olivia nodded, a little relieved, and accompanied her out of the bathroom. But she was unable to say what she had been trying to advise her.

***

The next day at work, Savannah was taken by Jenkins to a large conference room.

All the colleagues of the design department had gathered here in advance.

At the door of the conference room, Katrina, folding her arms, was waiting for her arrival with a superior smile.

Savannah paused when she saw another tall figure behind Katrina.

Dylan was here, too.

She was surprised to see him and then smiled in self-mockery.

Was he here to push her to apologize, for fear she would give up?

She was overwhelmed with complicated feelings.

She could bear to apologize to Katrina, even if she didn't do wrong. But under his burning eyes, she was very uncomfortable and humiliated to make the apology.

Perhaps influenced by her mood, she had a slight feeling of nausea, just like yesterday at the restaurant.

She pressed her hands to her stomach.

Her stomach was feeling rather upset.

Jacob told her that her mood would also influence her health, so she should keep a good mood. Maybe she had been so depressed these days.

She aroused herself and made for the door silently. As she reached the door, Katrina lowered her voice at her ear and said sarcastically,

"I didn't expect you'd rather apologize than leave here. Okay, I'll see what you can do to compete with Charlotte. Remember, Charlotte will be Mr. Sterling's fiancée in a few days."

Savannah raised her face and glanced scornfully at Katrina, walking on.

As she passed Dylan, she slowed down a little. Subconsciously, she wished he would stop her and asked her not to apologize.

But he didn't open his mouth. He gave her an emotionless look, his face grave and serious as if she was only a common employee who was about to admit a mistake.

Savannah was still unresigned. She stopped, picking up her courage to look at him, and asked in a weak voice.

"Mr. Sterling, what if I don't want to apologize to Katrina?" She couldn't control the trembling of her voice.

She hoped against hope that the man still had a little pity for her.

But there were no miracles.

"A mistake is a mistake. I won't force you to apologize, but if you don't want to, submit your resignation letter to the personnel department." Every word he said was cooler than ice.

Her heart sank. The last hope crashed away.

She reeled a little at his cruel words, and her face went white. The sick, faint feeling came over her again.

Dylan was very close to her and noticed that she staggered a little. But he just thought she was pretending to be hurt to win his sympathy. After all, it wasn't the first time she'd lied to him.

Jenkins also noticed the pallor on Savannah's face. He followed up and asked with concern, "Savannah, are you all right? What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."Savannah came to and drew a deep breath, trying to keep the dizziness and nausea down.

"You look in bad shape," Jenkins looked at her pale face, and then he turned to Dylan, "Mr. Sterling, Savannah doesn't seem to be feeling well. Why don't we let the matter drop for a few days..."

Katrina rushed over when she heard that. "Just an apology, a few words! Is it necessary to delay? She's not dying!"

She must be faking it. That was just a trick to avoid apologizing!

"But…" Jenkins was still worried.

"Are you okay?"Dylan took a cool look at Savannah. There was no sympathy or warmth in his tone.

His indifference chilled Savannah's heart again.

"Nothing," she whispered.

"Fine. Then make an apology to Kaif as scheduled." His cruel remark came to Savannah's ears.

Holding back her bitterness, Savannah lowered her head and rushed into the meeting room.

Katrina lifted her lips and followed in.

The eyes of all the colleagues in the department fell on Savannah as she walked to the front of the conference table.

"I hear Schultz is going to apologize with Miss Kaif today because she set Miss Kaif up and wronged her?"

"Jealousy, I suppose? Schultz's been in the doldrums since Miss Kaif came to the design department."

"The two were competitors in the design competition this year. If I were Schultz, I would not be convinced to become her underling!"

"So, Schultz really set up Miss Kaif? She doesn't look like that type."

The colleagues whispered about the event.