The CEO Gets What He Wants

George asked his daughter-in-law, Claire, to bring Avery's design blueprint.

The two of them chatted away merrily and talked about many architectural topics.

Even though George and Avery had a large age gap, they had no issues communicating with each other.

Although George was in the political world his entire life, he was an avid reader and a man of knowledge. In fact, he

even knew some of the jargon that inexperienced architects did not know and that impressed Avery.

Similarly, George was delighted by Avery as well.

Despite the woman's young age, she was obviously not a dumb blond. Her unique designs and innovative ideas, as

well as her humble demeanor, made him approve of her.

George glanced at Nicole, who was dressed like a princess and was sitting at the side, before looking away in

dissatisfaction.

Although his granddaughter seemed like a meek soul and a sweet talker who was good at pleasing his wife and his

daughter-in-law, she often acted like a pretentious woman.

She had been involved in the entertainment industry for many years. He had asked her to quit the industry, but she

could not bring herself to give up on the fame and glory, and he had been unhappy about that.

Meanwhile, Nicole was restless in her seat.

She could not join in their conversation about architecture at all.

Nicole could see the slight disappointment in the look that George had given her earlier, and that made her chest

tighten. The resentment and fury in her had nowhere to go.

She was certain that her grandfather did not know Avery was his biological granddaughter.

The two of them had only met once, but they were already so close as if they were a family.

Is this because they're related by blood?

The look in Nicole's eyes turned vicious. No. I won't let Avery take away what's mine!

As George and Avery were busy talking, they did not notice Nicole's strange behavior.

Pointing at the garden on the blueprint, George said, “We'll turn this into a small countryside manor. Ery, what do

you think should be planted here?”

Without knowing it, George had changed the way he called Avery from “Ms. Rumpley” to “Ery.”

After a moment of contemplation, Avery said, “Old Mr. Lambert, you need more vitamin C in your diet. So, we can

plant common vegetables like carrots, eggplants, lentils, and such. By planting the vegetables ourselves, we can

ensure that there are no chemicals used on them. They're more nutritious too, and they'll be good for you.”

Nicole nearly burst out laughing when she heard that they were going to plant vegetables beside the mansion.

She's really a country bumpkin! How can we plant vegetables in a mansion this pretty?

Immediately, she said, “Grandpa, I don't think Ms. Rumpley's idea is sound. Flowers would be better. Most of the

upscale mansions have flowers surrounding them. Who would plant vegetables there? Think about it, Grandpa. If

we have a flower garden in the compound instead, the exterior of the mansion will be a fantastical scene when the

flowers bloom. If we plant vegetables, we'll have to weed the garden and do all sorts of dirty things. It won't be a

match for your status, Grandpa. Only a house with a flower garden can be called a mansion. A house with a

vegetable garden is called a farm. Only farmers plant vegetables.”

The moment Nicole uttered that, silence ensued.

Avery gave Nicole a long look, speechless to hear that.

However, Nicole was gleeful about successfully joining in the conversation. She thought that Avery's loss of words

was because Avery realized she was right.

To her surprise, an upset look crept onto George's face as he snapped, “What's wrong with planting vegetables

outside the mansion? Flowers are only for adornment purposes; it's not as if we can eat them. Only those that can

be eaten are the most useful. Also, why can't someone like me plant vegetables? Are you telling me no famous

poets have ever gardened? They are people who have works immortalized in this world, but you're telling me that a

minor character in life like me is too high and mighty to have a garden of vegetables?”

George's words brought a shade of red to Nicole's face, and she hastily explained, “Grandpa, I... I didn't mean

that...”

George's face was equally red, but it was out of wrath after he heard Nicole's words.

He sternly questioned, “Then what do you mean? Are farmers the only ones who can grow vegetables? Are you

looking down on farmers? Are you telling me you can survive without farmers? When I was younger, I grew up in a

farming village. I was a farmer too! There are over nine hundred million farmers in Chanaea, and they are the ones

who provide the food for the city-dwellers with their hard work. Yet, here you are, looking down on those who grow

the food that goes on our dining tables. Without the hardworking farmers, will you be able to stand here and talk to

me? You would have died! If I hadn't left the village and somewhat made a name for myself afterward, you'd have

been a village girl too!”

Upon hearing their rising volumes, Claire quickly brought a glass of tea to George and said, “Dad, Nickie didn't

mean what she said. She didn't mean to look down on anyone. Don't take her words to heart. Have a drink. You've

just recovered a little. You mustn't get angry now.”

At that, Nicole gave her mother a gloomy look, feeling aggrieved.

She bit her lower lip and muttered, “I'm sorry, Grandpa. I should've been more careful with my words, but I really

didn't mean to look down on the farmers. Just tell me what kind of vegetables you want to plant in the garden in the

future, Grandpa. I'll definitely get the seeds for you.”

George ignored Nicole.

Fiona shot a glare at her husband at that. “Why are you taking this so seriously? Flowers are meant for mansions!

It'll be pretty when spring comes and the flowers bloom. Of course, vegetables are fine too. We'll get to have fresh

vegetables to eat. What is planted in the garden is up to personal preference. Nickie only told you about her

preference, so why did you shout at her?”

Everything had been going well earlier until Nicole's words made the atmosphere tense. Avery felt awkward.

She thought it was time for her to leave, but Cayden was talking about work in the study with William. It was likely

that he needed more time.

Avery had no choice but to excuse herself to the bathroom instead.

The Lambert residence bathroom was covered by vines and separated into two sections. The outside was the basin,

and the inside was a clean, modern toilet bowl.

Right as Avery was done with her business in the bathroom, she saw Nicole striding in haughtily.