Dylan was about to get in when the cell phone rang sharply.
He paused and took it out. The bodyguard who had been sent to protect Savannah called.
"Where's she?" He answered the phone, and his voice was frosty.
Everyone believed that if the bodyguard replied that he had lost Miss Schultz, Mr. Sterling would have blown up Milan the next moment.
Over the phone, the bodyguard's nervous voice came, "Mr. Sterling, Miss Schultz is at the City Hospital…"
* * *
City Hospital, Milan.
All the main hospitals in the city were crowded with the injured after the riots. City Hospital was no exception.
The doctors and nurses were running in and out, buzzing around. From time to time, the wailing of the injured came from the wards or the emergency rooms.
A tall, gorgeous man stepped into the hospital at so feverish but elegant a pace.
