The CEO Gets What He Wants

Avery, who was still in a foul mood from her cramp, looked up curiously when she noticed the crowd's

sudden silence. It was then that she saw Cayden walking over with a stern look on his face.

Dressed in a sharp suit, he was surrounded by an air of divinity.

At the end of the day, Cayden was still the boss. Regardless of whether he was in the world financial

center, a conference room, or at a team-building activity, he would always maintain a strict expression.

It was as if no one in this world could remove that ruthless look off his face.

Despite driving all the way to the outskirts, he was still dressed in his usual suit, giving others a

sophisticated and demanding impression.

Cayden coming over was something Avery hadn't seen coming at all.

What is he doing here?

With the sun in her eyes, Avery squinted at him before checking to see that there was no one else

behind her.

Looks like he's here to see me.

It wasn't that Avery was reluctant to interact with him; she just didn't want to do it in full view of her

colleagues.

“What's wrong? Are you unwell?” Losing his airs, Cayden knelt down and swept a worried gaze over

her ankle and pale cheeks.

The moment their eyes met, Avery knitted her brows and noticed that he was doing the same out of

concern for her.

Assuming that he had come over because he was worried about her injury, she quickly shook her head

and averted her eyes from his worried gaze. “I'm fine. You should go back to what you're doing.”

The last place she wanted to be was in the spotlight.

As if the surroundings and everyone present had faded into the background, Cayden got to his feet and

ordered, “Come here.”

Cecelia, who had been called, hurried over at once.

“What's wrong with Avery?” Despite being filled with concern, Cayden recovered his stern expression in

front of Cecelia.

“She...” Cecelia had never feared anyone at all even if they were government leaders. However,

Cayden's intimidating aura had caused her to be tongue-tied. “Avery... Avery is having cramps in her

leg because of the cold water. She's feeling under the weather.”

When Cecelia mentioned “cramps,” Cayden had already turned away. Kneeling down again, he

stretched out his arms toward Avery and asked, “Can you stand by yourself?”

Realizing what he was about to do, Avery instinctively got to her feet. However, the moment she

moved, her leg would cramp up painfully again.

When Cayden saw the grimace on her face, he picked her up in his arms without any hesitation.

“Let go of me. Put me down.” Avery spoke in a voice so soft that only Cayden could hear her.

“Stop moving! Or I'll kiss you in public!”

Carrying her snugly in his arms, he walked toward the black Land Rover parked some distance away.

When she tried to free herself, he met her gaze with a mischievous yet concerned look.

Everyone present was dumbstruck by what they saw.

Yvonne, too, was so infuriated by the sight that she threw her shawl away in anger.

Silence ensued. No one dared to ask why their boss was leaving with Avery in his arms.

As for Yvonne, whom everyone thought was Cayden's girl, she didn't even manage to make physical

contact with the man.

In fact, Cayden had ignored her outright. It was as if she wasn't there and was no different from an

ordinary female employee in the company.

To him, she didn't even deserve a glance.

With sunset beckoning, the event came to a close.

While packing up, the neighboring teams started gossiping. “What's Avery's relationship with Mr.

Moore?”

“She wasn't able to walk, probably from a fall, or she might have just sprained her leg. Perhaps Mr.

Moore was being kind by helping out a female employee,” someone else remarked naively in the midst

of packing.

“Mr. Moore? Kind? Are you blind? Since when was he ever kind before? In fact, he is likely the coldest

person I have ever met. Who knows, he might be the frostiest in the entire world too!”

Another female employee who had heard a lot about Cayden lamented, “Regardless of how Avery

injured herself, the kindest gesture Mr. Moore could manage was to instruct someone to call the

ambulance. Other than that, he doesn't care at all. Also, I heard that he's extremely harsh on himself,

let alone someone else.”

Yvonne overheard those words when she returned to her car with her bag in her hand.

As the staff from other departments hadn't interacted with Yvonne before, they were oblivious to who

she was.

Ignoring Yvonne's presence, she continued, “Mr. Moore personally picked her up and carried her to the

car. It's clear that their relationship is beyond ordinary. Besides, don't you know that Mr. Moore's

approval is required before anyone can be hired into the design department? After all, it's the most

important department in the entire company. Mr. Moore must have had an eye on Avery when she was

initially offered the job. Also, I heard that no woman has ever sat beside Mr. Moore in the front

passenger seat before. Someone asked Mr. Dartsley about it at the annual dinner last year. His reply

was that only Mr. Moore's girlfriend or wife has the right to take that seat.”

Once the lady finished packing, she looked in Xavier's direction. “Let me ask him who Avery is to the

boss since she's sitting in the front passenger seat.”

As for Xavier, he had returned to the black Land Rover after collecting Avery's belongings.

Without disrupting them both, he put her stuff into the car.

Upon closing the door, Xavier returned to his car and sent a message before getting in.

When Cecelia saw his message while being some distance away, she packed her things and called out

to Nina, “Let's leave together in Mr. Dartsley's car.”

Nina's mind was filled with questions. “Really?”

Looks like our statuses are being elevated on Avery's account!

At that moment, the colleagues from the design department, who had ingratiated themselves with

Yvonne, were staring at the black Land Rover in disbelief.

What are both of them chatting about in the car?

At the same time, those from other departments who were more brazen had taken out a pair of

binoculars to spy on them.

Just like voyeurs watching the private lives of celebrities, they were doing it to their boss.

With the binoculars, one could only get a faint view due to the dark tint on the car windows.

Cayden was helping Avery dry her hair with the towel the company had provided.

Just like a father doing the same for his daughter, his eyes were filled with affection.

After that, he took off his jacket with a frown and wrapped it around Avery, who was shaking her head

to decline.

Even the way he showed his concern was equally domineering.

Finally, what shocked everyone the most was when he leaned over and began giving her leg a

massage.

The icy-cold impression everyone had of him was shattered by every single one of his gestures.