The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 193

Avery was nowhere to be seen.

Even though Dylan did not care about what others thought of him, he would prefer not to become the laughingstock that the employees of Trident Group gossiped about.

He left the small town only because he did not want to make things ugly.

Weston then put the divorce papers and his pen back into the briefcase before getting into his car to follow Dylan, the potential defendant in the divorce case.

While driving, Weston drank a can of energy drink for a mental boost. Even though the man was almost thirty years old, he had never had to chase after a defendant like that.

None of his clients before was worth the time and effort to do so.

Basically, Weston would never deal with simple divorce cases involving assets of less than a billion.

After the two people left, Avery's colleagues in the building all opened their doors to discuss what had just happened.

Christopher, who was sending over a few bottles of mineral water to his female colleagues, overheard one of them saying, “Weston just came here personally. Can you believe that?”

“Why was he here?” inquired another colleague, who was in the dark about the situation.

Anna, the female colleague who started the conversation, replied, “Why else? I heard Weston left the building as soon as Avery's husband did. Weston mentioned something about a divorce agreement, and Avery's husband said he never thought about getting a divorce. He refused to sign the agreement.”

It was plain to see that Avery wanted a divorce, but not her husband, Cayden's much-talked-about cousin who drove a Cayenne.

Based on that information, it was only natural to conclude that Weston was the lawyer Avery had hired as their mediator.

Christopher raised an eyebrow curiously as he took a sip of his energy drink. “Who exactly is Avery of the design department? Weston is no ordinary lawyer. That man charges a few hundred for just a few minutes of consultation. Even if one could afford the fees, Weston isn't always available.”

Financial capabilities aside, why would Weston ever agree to represent a nobody like Avery?

Anna responded to him with a shrug. “Who knows?”

Meanwhile, the subject of the discussion, Avery, was outside Blake's house.

Before going to work in Livingsfill, Avery had gone to visit Blake. She had wanted to remind her grandfather to take his medicines on time and try to relax.

In return, Blake had reminded Avery to focus on her job instead of him. He had also wanted her to remember to get enough rest and not burn herself out in pursuing her career.

Before leaving, Avery had requested from Blake the keys to the old house.

Earlier, when Dylan was sound asleep in the room, Avery had received a message from Weston, who could not find the exact location of the house she was staying in.

Avery had not wanted to wake Dylan, so she had sneaked out to contact Weston.

After she had told Weston the directions, Weston had told Avery to let him handle the situation and asked her to go somewhere else to avoid unnecessary conflicts between her and Dylan.

To Avery's colleagues at Trident Group, Livingsfill was a terrible place. She could understand why they would think that way. After all, they grew up in a big city.

Avery, on the other hand, had lived in places far worse than the small town. On top of that, Livingsfill had a special place in her heart.

After taking out the keys, Avery unlocked the heavy and worn iron gate and entered the courtyard of the old house.

To many city-dwellers, it was nothing but an ancient-looking courtyard. However, to Avery, it was a place filled with countless memories of her childhood and adolescence.

When she was around seven years old, her grandfather kept several geese there.

When the geese were little, grass was an important part of their diet. Hence, Blake would dice up grass and put it into a bowl to feed the geese.

“Grandpa, Mommy hasn't seen me for so many years now. What if she doesn't recognize me when I bump into her after school one day?” inquired the young Avery.

“Don't you like living with me? There aren't any geese, green grass, or fresh air at your mother's place, you know?” responded Blake.

When young Avery heard that, she realized Blake knew where her mother was.

As grown-up Avery stood in the courtyard, she could not help but think about how her grandfather and father were convinced that Allie had given birth to a daughter for the Rumpley family.

Fortunately for Blake, he did not remember much about Allie.

Since it had been so many years, he could barely even remember the name of the daughter-in-law he had never met.

On the other hand, Leonardo, who was suffering from lung cancer in a hospital bed, still believed that Allie gave birth to Avery.

Avery wondered who her birth mother was, if not Allie. I don't think Dad ever mentioned any woman besides Allie. He would know if somebody else gave birth to his daughter, wouldn't he? What made him so sure that Allie was my birth mother?

Meanwhile, in Ackleton, Jeffrey woke up at around nine o'clock at night because he was thirsty.

After opening his eyes, Jeffrey realized that his eldest grandson was nowhere to be seen. Only the caretaker, his two great-grandchildren, and Xavier remained in the room.

“Where's Cayden?” asked Jeffrey weakly.

Xavier approached the elderly man with a deadpan expression to reply, “Boss went out to get some studying materials for Zach and Rory.”

“Why would he do it himself?” Jeffrey did not seem convinced.

Rubbing her eyes, Rory explained, “Our teacher gave us an assignment that requires our parents to get us studying materials to improve parent-child relationships. She even specified the store to which Daddy had to go. If he doesn't, Zach and I will get a scolding.”

Xavier nodded before he voiced concernedly, “I wonder if Boss knows what he's doing.”

“Why wouldn't he? I'll be damned if a grown man like him has trouble buying studying materials for his children,” scoffed Jeffrey.

“I'm usually the one who does that because Boss can't go to crowded places,” added Xavier.

“And why is that? Because he thinks he's so good-looking that the women out there would start catcalling him when they see him? How vain of him!” Jeffrey held nothing back when he finally got the chance to mock his grandson, who was indeed exceptionally handsome. “If that's what he's worried about, he should have gone out sooner, and Zach and Rory would have a mother.”

Jeffrey was upset that things turned sour between Cayden and Avery. What good did his wealth and pretty face do him? He's almost thirty years old but still single. Even those poorer and uglier are living a better life than him now.

In the middle of his ranting, Jeffrey slowly fell asleep.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of a city, the nighttime in Livingsfill was quiet.

Avery and her colleagues were getting ready to sleep when they heard a car pull up.

When they set their eyes on the vehicle, they realized it was their boss.

There was no mistaking to whom the car and the license plate number belonged.

No matter male or female, everybody was afraid of Cayden, so they hurriedly got dressed and went outside.

However, the man did not get out of his vehicle after driving into the courtyard. Instead, he looked around the place with his deep-set eyes and questioned, “Avery's asleep?”

“I... I don't think so,” answered one of Avery's female colleagues after turning around to look at the window of Avery's dark room. “Ery went out and hasn't returned yet. She told us not to worry about her because she just wanted to visit her old house.”

“Get some rest,” suggested Cayden briefly before backing his car out of the courtyard and driving away.