The CEO Gets What He Wants

Meanwhile, Nicole found a drunken Dylan in a bar.

“Look at you. I thought you were good at dealing with women. What happened to your skills? I can't believe you

couldn't even settle one Avery Rumpley!” Nicole hissed, snatching the wine glass from Dylan's hand and throwing it

on the floor.

A vicious look flashed past Dylan's eyes. “Piss off! I don't want you sticking your nose into my business!”

Nicole was stupefied by his shouts.

No one had ever dared to speak to her in a tone like that ever since she became the Lamberts' daughter.

She had thought of teaching Dylan a lesson for talking to her like that, but recalling why she was there, she

suppressed her anger and said, “I'm not here to fight with you today, Dylan. Don't you like Avery? Why don't you

win over her heart? Why are you drowning yourself in alcohol instead?”

Earlier in the day, Allie had called Nicole and invited her out for a shopping trip. To curry favor with the former,

Nicole had agreed to it.

Yet, Allie had begun complaining to her about how Avery refused to let Cayden go. The entire time, Allie kept

cursing at Avery about how the younger woman was shameless, for she was clearly still married to Dylan but was

going out with her son.

That made Nicole feel ill at ease.

Cayden was hers. Any woman who appeared by his side was her love rival.

That was why she had come to Dylan.

Irked by Nicole's lecture, Dylan snapped, “You're a woman! What do you know? Avery's going to come back to me

eventually. I'm using her best friend as a threat now, and I refuse to believe that she won't come back to me!”

Hearing that gave Nicole an idea.

She leaned closer to his ear to whisper something to him. Almost immediately, Dylan's eyes lit up.

After that, Dylan called Avery and threatened, “Avery, didn't you say you want Nina to be safe? I'll let her go as long

as you sleep with me for one night. I'll even agree to the divorce. Otherwise, I'll let those rough men rape Nina until

she dies! I'll wait for you in Room 6617. The usual place that you know.”

Avery's face was as pale as a sheet, and the phone in her hand fell to the ground.

Dylan's words had thrust her into the icy depths of despair.

That night, a strong wind swept through the area.

Large droplets of rain soon struck the windows as if they were trying to break the glass.

Avery sat still on the bed, staring at her phone as the anxiety in her heart grew.

The coldness of the silk sheets seeped under her skin and into her bones.

Yet, Dylan's threats were what sealed the cold in her body and made her tremble.

As anxiety crashed into her like a tidal wave, Avery called Cayden again. Alas, only the robotic female voice came

out of the speakers. “Sorry. The number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”

The hand of desperation grabbed her heart.

The only person she could ask for help from was Cayden, but she could not reach him at all.

Just then, a few beeps sounded. It was the sound of new messages on her phone, and it was from Nina.

Avery swiftly clicked into the message, only to have all the blood drained from her face the moment she saw the

photos.

They were photos of a stark naked Nina taken from various angles. Avery could even see the pores of her face

clearly.

The look of terror on Nina's face was like a sharpened blade that stabbed right into Avery's heart.

Avery's hand shook, and she tried to call Dylan. Yet, in her fury, she failed to unlock her phone despite numerous

tries.

She got out of bed, about to get changed to head out.

No matter what, she had to rescue the innocent Nina.

All of a sudden, a bright light flashed outside the window.

Then the sound of thunder came.

The two children sleeping woke with a start from the noise.

Rory was timider, and the lightning had frightened her out of her wits. After running into her mother's arms, she

quaked and kept calling out to her mother. Although Zachary seemed calm, his tense body betrayed his fear.

Avery's heart ached. She hugged the two of them and softly coaxed them for a long time with lullabies. Only half an

hour later did the two children fall asleep again.

Tears were still dangling from Rory's lashes.

Even though she was deep in her sleep, the girl was still holding onto the hem of Avery's shirt tightly. It was as if she

was afraid that her mother would leave her behind.

Avery's heart felt heavy, and when she glimpsed the photos on her phone, she started shaking again.

Unwilling to give up, she called Cayden again and again, but her attempts were all for naught. The robotic voice she

heard began to feel like an announcement of a death sentence, and soon, tears rolled down Avery's face.

Various messages kept popping up, and Avery could not bear to even click into the application. However, she did in

the end.

It was messages from Nina's account again, but it was no longer just photos; it was videos. In the video, Nina could

be seen pinned under a muscular man with a terrifying python tattoo on his back.

His massive part was aimed right at Nina, waiting to strike.

Nina was screaming in terror, her hair a total mess, and she was shaking like a rabbit about to be skinned alive. Her

tears of fear fell like pearls from a torn necklace, and she was shrieking for Avery to save her.

Avery, you know I have limited patience. If I don't see you in half an hour or if you call the cops, you'll have to hold a

funeral for Nina.

It was clear that the one who wrote that was Dylan. He was using Nina's account to send her these.

Avery bawled and heaved as she held her chest, and she almost crushed the phone in her hand.

Closing her eyes and opening them again a while later, Avery replied to Dylan: Don't hurt Nina. I'll come in half an

hour's time.

Meanwhile, a Boeing WH786 soared through the sky, its white wings clear in the stormy night.

All of a sudden, the plane encountered strong turbulence. Like an injured eagle, it began plummeting

uncontrollably.

Despite the flight attendant's attempt to console the passengers, the screams and sobs of terror still filled the

cabin.

Cayden was seated on a black leather couch in the first-class cabin. There was no expression on his attractive face.

Even though the plane seemed to be at risk of crashing, he still seemed unfazed and calm.

In his hand was a black wallet, and in the wallet was a photo of a woman and two children.

As he brushed his thumb over the woman's smiling face, a tender look crept into his eyes.

Although he knew that Ackleton was going to have a storm and that flights were not recommended, he still chose

to return right after he was done settling his matters.

That was because his woman was angry, and he had to return to console her in person.