The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 122

Zachary, who was now in Toby's arms, glanced at Dylan cautiously. The man's constant stare made him slightly scared and he turned around, wrapping his little arms around his granduncle's neck.

Zachary was feeling uncomfortable with Dylan's act.

“Come and give your uncle a hug!” Dylan reached out to Zachary.

Zachary didn't recognize him nor did he like the way Dylan was looking at him, so he didn't look back. He didn't want to hug the so-called uncle.

Toby, however, said to Zachary, “Zach, this is your Uncle Dylan.”

“But I've never seen him before.” Zachary felt like this uncle's stare was fierce and that he looked like a villain.

“He really is your uncle. He's my biological son. You don't have to be scared of him. If he does anything to you, just tell me and I'll skin him alive!”

As he spoke, Toby shoved Zachary into Dylan's embrace.

He caught Zachary casually.

Zachary didn't really like it and looked at his father, pleading for help silently. He was looking everywhere except at Dylan's face.

Dylan walked to his seat with Zachary in his arms along with Cayden, who was carrying Rory.

“It looks like I should settle down and start my own family too,” Dylan said to Cayden.

Zachary looked at his so-called Uncle Dylan and said with a pout, “You're not married?”

“Yeah. I'm old, just like your dad. No one wants old men like us,” Dylan said with a chuckle. Despite his casual tone, he was carefully scanning Zachary's features.

Once he was done, he glanced over at Rory as well.

Cayden glanced darkly at the other relatives who were chatting further away and said nonchalantly, “With who? That scheming little paparazzi?”

Dylan was still staring at Zachary as he replied, “That paparazzi really is just a friend's sister. I owed him one and wanted to give his sister and mother some money once I got out, but his sister didn't want it. She just wanted to become a famous reporter and wanted to become Chanaea's first female paparazzi or something.”

Zachary continued looking at his Uncle Dylan as he listened idly to the adults' conversation. He had no idea why his uncle had to keep staring at him even when he was speaking.

“It was pretty impressive that she didn't want money and was working so hard for her dream, but she's still not my type,” Dylan said as he pinched Zachary's cheeks. “After a while, I thought about your clean record. The media has never tried to expose anything about you, and any pictures would have been taken down by your assistant. That's why I let her do it.”

Zachary finally started to avoid his uncle's hand.

“What a cute kid.” Dylan pulled back and stopped harassing the kid. “Wouldn't it be a huge scoop to expose the private life of the CEO of Trident Group? Her follower count would have exploded overnight. She would definitely have gotten what she wanted.”

Cayden was more concerned about something else. “If she's not your type, then who is?”

Before coming here, Cayden had gotten a call from his uncle.

He hadn't said anything apart from how worried he had been for the past few years when Dylan was in jail.

Now, his son was finally out of jail.

As a father, Toby just wanted his son to get back on the right track. At over thirty years old, he should be done with the playboy lifestyle now and should start a family and business of his own.

He had been trying to get his son to start a family for the longest time, but his advice never got through to Dylan.

If he even dared to raise his voice in the slightest, his son would just stay out.

He was forced to confide in his nephew to talk to Dylan about it.

Cayden hadn't even started his own family and his words were definitely not as convincing, but now even Dylan himself had started talking about starting a family.

Cayden was thinking about how difficult Toby and Talia's lives had been over the past few years, but Dylan was still thinking about the woman whom Zachary reminded him so much of. “Why? Do you want to introduce me to someone?”

“Tell me about it first,” Cayden said as he sipped some tea elegantly.

“I don't have anyone in mind. Why don't you introduce me to someone who would be good as a wife and a mother?”

Dylan spoke completely nonchalantly. “I do like children, and I heard that having twins depends on a hereditary gene. If the Musk family doesn't have that gene, then I'll have to look for a woman who does.”

Zachary knew that his mom was a strong woman for having both him and his sister.

Cayden's long fingers toyed with the teacup. His expression remained calm, but his thoughts had drifted off to what had happened five years ago.

When he learned that Avery was pregnant with twins, he was signing an important document. The moment Lindsay said the words, “She's having twins”, he froze as his pen tip hovered above the paper.

He knew about the pain of childbirth, especially for an eighteen-year-old. It was her first pregnancy and she was expecting twins, which made him determined to do everything a husband would do for her in the background without her knowing.

Of course, she was kept in the dark.

He had never wanted to force her into anything, but more often than not, it was only necessary for him to do so. If he hadn't let her have the babies five years ago, she would have gone off to sleep with other men to have their babies and get the money she needed for her father's treatments.

He had selfishly taken her for his own and also wanted to help her. Through paying for the treatments, he had finally satisfied the selfishness and possessiveness he felt over her for the last few years.

Avery had given birth to a pair of twins for him. Every time he thought about that, he was prouder than anything.

“Whatever. I'm going to see someone else first. You're not even paying attention to our conversation.” Dylan guessed that Cayden was only so distracted because he was thinking about the twins' biological mother.

Zachary scoffed. Finally! That uncle is so annoying.

Dylan instantly went to the garage and got into his car, leaving the gathering without a peep.

Toby spotted him and immediately called out to his son. “What the h*ll do you think you're doing? Come back right this instant! Everyone's here to celebrate your getting out of jail. How could you leave your own party?”

“I'll be back as soon as possible,” Dylan said before hanging up.

After speeding for about thirty minutes, he finally reached the mall in the picture.

The Porsche Cayenne parked by a roadside and Dylan began walking toward Avery.

“Hello! Please check out these promotions that we're having today, thank you!” Avery said like clockwork as she handed out a flyer. However, after taking the flyer from her, the passerby continued to stand where he was.

She finally looked up at him.

“It's you! If I remember correctly, you're Cayden's... ex-girlfriend?” Dylan acted as if he was surprised and smiled gently.