The CEO Gets What He Wants

Late at night, Dylan gave Aaron a call.

“You let Nina go?” he questioned.

“Do I have any other choice when my brother personally phoned me and ordered me to do so? But don't worry, for

I snapped nude pictures of her. If you need my help in anything in the future, just say the word,” Aaron answered

languidly.

“Never mind, we'll talk next time.” Dylan hung up in chagrin.

In his plan, Nina was considered a relatively important pawn, a tool to blackmail Avery into submission. As he had

lost that pawn then, he lost a powerful weapon.

On top of that, Cayden was oppressing his family's company, appearing determined to obliterate the company. All

that gave him a headache.

Mere moments after he had hung up the phone, it rang again out of the blue.

A single glance at the caller ID had him frowning deeply, for it was a call from his father. It can't be anything good

that he's calling at this time. I bet he's calling to scold me!

He initially didn't plan on answering the call, but his phone kept ringing incessantly. It was as though the caller

wouldn't give up unless he took the call.

Hence, he could only bite the bullet and answer the call. “Hello, Dad—”

“How much longer do you want to make trouble, you b*stard? Do you know what you've done? You actually dared

to go against Cayden? Don't you know that he has always been ruthless in business?” Toby's furious voice rang out

no sooner had the call connected.

“Why are you always scolding me, Dad? He's the one in the wrong, okay?” Dylan riposted in sheer impatience.

Toby was so livid at his son's attitude that pain shot through his chest. “Previously, I wondered why Cayden was

targeting our company. Only when I went to seek him out today did I learn that it was because of Avery. Can't you

please grow up, Dylan? Why must you fight him over a woman?”

“That isn't right, Dad. I'm not fighting him over a woman. Instead, he stole my woman. I'm legally married to Avery,

and our marriage is protected by the law. He was the one who came between us. You've got to get things right!”

Dylan was utterly indignant.

“Dylan, can you please don't go against him any further? You're not his match. Promise me to divorce Avery. You're

still young, so you can find a wife far more beautiful than her. Since Cayden wants her, give her to him. Don't tell

me you really want to see the company I established after toiling for over twenty decades go bankrupt?”

Toby heaved a sigh over the phone.

As he sat on the couch and spoke on the phone with Dylan, the successive blows seemingly had him aging ten years

in a flash.

Likewise, Talia sighed interminably.

The entire mansion was enveloped in a bleak atmosphere.

Staring at the picture of his son hanging on the wall, Toby spaced out. At that time, he was still young. Besides, he

has always been good-looking. Although he was very naughty and mischievous, he still listened to me at the end of

the day. But now, he has grown up and gotten full of himself. I can't control him anymore. Sooner or later, this wild

and obstinate nature of his is going to ruin him.

“Don't worry about my affairs, Dad. I'll handle them myself. I'll also save the family's company. That's all for now.

I've still got something to do, so I'm hanging up.” Dylan hung up right away.

Toby was so incensed that he almost burst a blood vessel.

He vented his anger on Talia. “Look at that precious son of yours! How many times have I cleaned up after him

since he was young? This time, the company is teetering on the verge of bankruptcy just because of him! If you

hadn't spoiled him, he wouldn't possibly have grown up to be so extreme!”

It went without saying that Talia's temper spiked when she heard the man shoving all the blame on her. Jabbing a

finger at him, she lambasted, “Do you have any conscience, Toby? Admittedly, I spoiled him, but did you not do

anything wrong? If it weren't for you...”

All her subsequent words were accusations and condemnations toward her husband.

Like a shrew, she cursed Toby out and threw things at him. Things became so bad that Toby stormed out of the

house and slammed the door behind him, leaving her sitting on the ground aggrievedly, weeping while thumping

her chest.

The housekeeper awkwardly stepped forward and helped her up.

At the same time, an unshaven young man quickly keyed in a few commands on the computer, roaming on the

fringes of the internet effortlessly.

“How strange! Why are all my posts gone?” he muttered.

He swiftly searched for the posts he published for his client previously, but he couldn't find anything. Regardless of

whether he searched by their keywords or titles, it either indicated that he couldn't connect to the internet, upon

which a bunch of garbled characters appeared, or his search contents couldn't be displayed due to the violation of

some rules and regulations or local policies.

The man was none other than the culprit who helped Dylan publish those posts previously. His name was Gregory

Cadman, and he worked full-time as an online writer.

He majored in information technology previously and was pretty skilled with computers, so he could also be

considered a hacker. Sometimes, he hacked into police stations' internal networks. Several times, he almost got

caught, but he still escaped unscathed in the end.

Such a person wouldn't be easily discovered, so Dylan had no qualms about entrusting the task to him.

But at that instant, Gregory discovered that all the posts he published for his client had vanished into thin air. That

had panic deluging him for the very first time.

His right eyelid was also twitching violently then, and a strong sense of foreboding seemingly flooded him.

However, he didn't believe in such unscientific things. For that reason, he tapped open the post he had previously

written and touched it up for a bit before gearing up to publish it on Mova again. Unexpectedly, he couldn't publish

it no matter how hard he tried, not even when he attempted it with the program protection he prepared.

All that had Gregory breaking out in a cold sweat. W-What exactly is going on here?

While he was all anxious, he received a call from Dylan.

On the other end of the phone, Dylan demanded furiously, “What's wrong with you? Why are all the posts I told you

to publish gone? Back then, you confidently vowed that you could handle the job, claiming to be a pretty good

hacker besides being an online writer. Only then was I convinced to entrust the task to you. Never had I thought

that it had only been a few days, but everything you posted had disappeared without a trace. You truly disappoint

me, Gregory!”

Gregory was as pale as a sheet.

He had no idea why things turned out in such a manner either. Everything had spiraled out of his control.

“Calm down first, Mr. Musk. I'll figure something out—”

As Gregory was talking, his house door was abruptly kicked open. The fright almost had him jumping out of his

chair.

“Who are the lot of you, and what are you doing? Trespassing, huh?” He could only watch helplessly as several men

and women in police uniforms barged in with guns in hand, pointed right at him.

“Police! Freeze!”

At once, Gregory lifted both hands, almost peeing his pants in fright.

One of the male police officers flashed his police ID and stated coldly, “After due investigation, you're suspected of

cybercrime. Please follow us back to the police station.”

At that, Gregory was struck dumb.

Meanwhile, Dylan suddenly heard a series of noises from Gregory's side of the phone before the call was

disconnected.

His heart promptly sank.

He viciously snubbed out the cigarette that almost burned his fingers, a dark chill brewing in his eyes.