The CEO Gets What He Wants

Avery was visibly stunned when she saw Weston sitting on the couch.

Dressed in a tailored suit and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the gentlemanly Weston looked very much like

a member of the social elite. With a cordial smile, he nodded at Avery. “Good morning, Ms. Rumpley.”

The moment she saw Avery, Rory rushed up to her side and twirled in delight. “Mommy, look, do I look pretty in the

headband Mr. Leigh gave me?”

The delightful voice of her daughter failed to diminish Avery's frustration.

Picking her daughter up, she tried her best to eke out a smile as she replied, “It's beautiful, Rory. You're the prettiest

little girl in the world now.”

Rory's delightful laughter echoed throughout the room.

She kissed Avery's cheek and said, “Mommy, you're the best!”

Meanwhile, Zachary was sitting on the couch, changing channels with the remote control in his hand.

He rolled his eyes at how fixated Rory was on looking pretty all the time.

As it was Weston's first time watching Avery interact with the children, he was secretly shocked at how close she

was to them.

Although the children were mature beyond their years, they were still selective about who they were intimate with.

Previously, there had been other women who had tried to get close to Cayden on the pretext of taking care of the

children, hoping to get into their father's good books. In the end, all of them had been gotten rid of by the naughty

children.

The way they doted on Avery took Weston by surprise. They treated her as if she was their biological mother.

With a wry expression that was devoid of even a forced smile, Avery nodded at Weston. “Hello, Mr. Leigh.”

At that moment, Avery recalled Weston's reputation.

Some time ago, there had been a terrible rape case in Lightspring. A few young men from the city's prestigious

families had gang-raped a sixteen-year-old girl, causing her to die of blood loss.

Even though the girl came from a poor family, her parents loved her so much that they rejected all forms of

compensation in exchange for their silence. Unfazed by the bribes offered and threats issued, they swore to bring

the perpetrators to justice.

When those responsible knew that their threats had fallen flat, they sent out a warning—any lawyer who dared to

take up the case would not be alive to attend the trial.

Because of the tremendous pressure applied, no one in Lightspring dared to pick up the hot potato except for one

man—Weston.

The fearless Weston had to contend with a bleak situation where the evidence had been destroyed. Despite that, he

managed to discover some residual proof, and with the help of his superior reasoning skills, he successfully ensured

that all those responsible were sentenced to ten to fifteen years in prison.

From then on, Weston shot to fame and became a common sight at events organized by the social elite.

“Ms. Rumpley, I need to speak to you in private.” Noticing how intently Avery was looking at him, Weston adjusted

his spectacles while clearing his throat.

“Kids, I have something to discuss with Mr. Leigh. Why don't you go play in your bedroom? Zach, take your sister to

complete the jigsaw puzzle Mr. Leigh bought you. Once you're done, I have a reward waiting for you,” Avery said

while giving their hair a tousle.

She was cognizant that Weston wanted to talk to her about her divorce from Dylan.

Although the children were still young and didn't quite know what divorce was, Avery still didn't want them to know

of her forced marriage to Dylan.

The children picked up the jigsaw puzzle and ran to their room obediently.

Thereafter, Avery poured Weston a cup of coffee. “Please have some coffee, Mr. Leigh.”

“Thank you.” Weston took the cup of coffee in his hand before giving it a sip. After putting it aside, he retrieved a

document from his bag and handed it to Avery. “Ms. Rumpley, you can go to court now to file for divorce. What I

need from you are your marriage certificate and ID card. Also, if you're looking to apportion any assets, you'll have

to bring the relevant evidence with you. Once everything is in order, the court will fix a date for trial and notify

Dylan of it. As your lawyer, I'll naturally do my best to win the case. I have written all the steps required for this

process. You can go through them when you're free.”

Sitting on the couch, Avery remained expressionless. “Mr. Leigh, if I do go ahead with this, what are my chances of

winning?”

Filled with conviction, Weston replied, “A hundred percent. I have never lost a case before.”

Although he might have sounded as if he was bragging, Weston's confidence was well-founded, for not everyone

could bear the weight of being the best lawyer in the city.

After glancing at the document he handed her, Avery raised her head to look at Weston's confident smiling face.

Her hands trembled slightly.

It wasn't a while later that she finally look up. “Thank you, Mr. Leigh. But I don't need this for the time being. I have

changed my mind about the divorce.”

Weston stared into Avery's eyes in disbelief, as no one knew better than him how strong her resolve for the divorce

was.

She had called me incessantly to inquire about the progress of the divorce. So why did she change her mind so

suddenly? Furthermore, given Cayden's inherently strong possessiveness, there's no way he would tolerate Avery

being someone else's wife. What's really going on?

“Ms. Rumpley, can you tell me the reason? Is Cayden aware of you changing your mind about the divorce? Or did

something happen at his end?” When the observant Weston saw the troubled look on Avery's face, suspicion began

to grow within him.

Despite her composed facade, Avery couldn't hide the sorrow in her voice. “It's me. It has nothing to do with

Cayden. Mr. Leigh, I need more time to consider the matter.”

Weston placed the document on the table. “All right. Let me know once you have made your decision to go through

with the divorce. I'll be taking my leave first.”

No sooner had Weston closed the door behind him than the strong front Avery had put up shattered.

The anguish within her heart caused her eyes to be flooded with turbulent emotions.

At that moment, she realized that losing the desire for freedom was more painful than death.

Just when Avery's heart was aching, the sound of stabbing footsteps suddenly rang out. It sounded as if someone

was approaching loudly in her heels.

Left without choice, Avery picked herself up and opened the door. Allie, decked out in branded clothes, stormed in.

“W-What are you doing here?” Avery exclaimed.

At the thought of the two children in their room, she frantically grabbed the doorknob to prevent Allie from

entering.