The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 703

Chapter 703 Punishment From Cal

Avery and Cal were forcibly shoved into an unlicensed vehicle by the female assassin.

With the barrel of the gun pressed against her head, Avery felt her heart pounding so hard that it was as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

Yet, the little rascal in her arms was fearless, unafraid of anything in the world. He stared with his big, round, dark eyes at the female assassin, boldly making eye contact with her. He even made a funny face at her and curiously touched the gun in her hand.

“Little one, do you have a death wish?” The female assassin's expression was particularly fierce as she swiftly moved her gun to point at Cal's little head.

Avery firmly held Cal in her arms, pressing the little one's head against her chest, her expression particularly alarmed. “Don't harm my baby,” she pleaded. “He's still young. He doesn't understand anything. If you have any issues, come at me!”

She was puzzled as to why Cal was being so bold. The child was clearly very smart, always observant and perceptive. Why was he showing no sense of safety now?

These people were all cold-blooded killers. What if they were provoked and decided to strike?

Nevertheless, Cal struggled, lifting his head from Avery's embrace. His extremely handsome little face had a smile on it as he met the gaze of the female assassin.

The little one surprisingly spoke in fluent Remdikian with his childish voice. “Miss, you are so beautiful. Your skin is so lovely. I've been in Mocset for so long, but I've never seen a lady as beautiful as you. Are you an angel?”

The female assassin's heart bloomed with joy upon receiving Cal's compliment. Her fierce expression softened in an instant, and she couldn't help but touch her own cheek, asking, “Really?”

“Of course it's true, but you look too fierce. If you smile more often and show a kinder attitude toward Mommy, you'll look even more beautiful. If you keep being this fierce, no man will like you. My uncle once said—no man likes a woman who is always fierce...” Cal lectured the female assassin like an adult.

Despite being such a young child, still carrying the scent of milk, his mature demeanor was irresistibly amusing.

“Cal, what are you doing?”

Avery couldn't understand what her son was saying to the lady, but she was afraid that her son might provoke the woman. Annoyed, she tugged at his little ear. “These people are not good. You must not provoke them...”

The icy gaze of the female assassin suddenly shot toward Avery.

Avery immediately held Cal tightly, forcing herself to stay calm. “What do you want?”

The female assassin found herself agreeing with the child's logic. Even though her expression remained cold, her attitude toward Avery noticeably softened as she sneered, “Rest assured, I won't deal with you myself. I'll hand you over to Ms. Cassie later... Heh, you won't be so lucky by then though!”

With Cal's translation, Avery's unease only deepened.

Who was Cassie, and why was she after the mother and son?

On the gloomy, winding road, only three cars were on it. Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall from the sky.

As Avery gazed at the inexplicably familiar surroundings, waves of restlessness surged within her, one stronger than the last. That was because this was the very place where tragedy struck Cayden.

The air inside the vehicle was particularly stifling. Even Cal seemed to sense this unusually eerie atmosphere.

He nestled quietly and obediently into Avery's arms, no longer speaking.

A few inky-black crows swept through the forest, their cawing sounds only serving to increase one's irritation.

The female assassin's senses were sharper than most, and she naturally picked up on the unusual atmosphere. She switched on her wireless microphone and issued a command to everyone. “This is a danger zone—everyone, stay alert and be on your guard!”

No sooner had her words fallen than a fleet of black sedans suddenly appeared in front of the car, lining up in a row.