The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 614 Drastic Change In Attitude

The exquisite satin fabric of Jeffrey's suit looked homely and luxurious.

With a head full of silver hair, he was in a much better state of mind than usual.

Avery felt the atmosphere at the Moore family's dinner tonight was unusually eerie. This was because Jeffrey would

occasionally glance at her, sizing her up as if he was comparing something.

At times he would nod, then he would sigh, leaving her utterly confused.

Avery's eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at Cayden. He, however, only responded with a smile and no

words, simply placing some greens into her bowl. “Eat more,” he said.

Before she even had a chance to eat, she saw a piece of tender fish suddenly fall into her plate.

Avery looked at Jeffrey, who was serving her food, with surprise and a sense of being flattered. “Thank you, Old Mr.

Moore...”

Jeffrey hummed in agreement, speaking at a leisurely pace. “You're too thin, eat more fish and meat. It's good for

both you and the child in your belly. The baby you'll give birth to will be as smart as Zach and Rory.”

After some hints from his grandson, Jeffrey began to vaguely suspect that Avery might be the lost daughter of the

Lambert family.

Hence, the drastic change in his attitude.

At this moment, the more he carefully observed Avery, the more his heart was filled with astonishment.

His daughter-in-law bore a striking resemblance to Claire as if they were both carved from the same mold. How had

he not noticed this before?

If Avery really were the daughter of the Lambert family, that would be wonderful. His long-standing wish to become

in-laws with George could finally come true.

The more Jeffrey thought about it, the happier he became. He picked up another shrimp for Avery, speaking

earnestly, “Ery, now that you and Cayden have gotten married, you are officially a daughter-in-law of the Moore

family. I hope that you can work hand in hand with Cayden in the future, taking on the responsibilities that belong to

you. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me.”

Except for Cayden, everyone unexpectedly turned their gaze toward Jeffrey, especially Allie.

Her face looked as if she had seen a ghost!

Ever since a series of unfortunate events befell Avery, Allie knew better than anyone just how much her father-in-

law despised her!

But why had his attitude undergone such a drastic change today?

Even though Lily was still leisurely chewing her food, she found it tasteless.

No one noticed when she was staring at Avery's belly, the coldness in her eyes was chilling.

Avery gratefully ate the food that Jeffrey had served her, all the while responding gently, “I understand, Old Mr.

Moore. Cayden is my husband, and I know what I should do. I will strive to grow and become a worthy wife for him.”

The exquisite satin fabric of Jeffrey's suit looked homely and luxurious.

Allie sneered coldly, “What a boastful girl. You think you're good enough? Even if you put forth all the effort in your

life, you still wouldn't be worthy of my son.”

Allie sneered coldly, “Whot o boostful girl. You think you're good enough? Even if you put forth oll the effort in your

life, you still wouldn't be worthy of my son.”

Jeffrey's foce dorkened, ond he scolded sternly, “Allie, how con you speok like this? Avery is your doughter-in-low. Is

this the ottitude you should hove os on elder toword the younger generotion? Avery ond Coyden hove olreody

obtoined their morrioge certificote. Legolly, they ore husbond ond wife. Whether you occept it or not, she hos

become your doughter-in-low. Are you trying to instigote them to divorce?”

Allie wos publicly reprimonded by her fother-in-low, which greotly displeosed her. Her temper flored up, ond she

retorted with o certoin orrogonce, “Whot's wrong with divorce? Isn't it quite normol in todoy's society? My son is o

mon of o greot obility ond influence. Even if he were to morry for the second, third, or even fourth time, he would

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still be the opple of every rich ond fomous womon's eye.”

Jeffrey simply wonted to pick up his wolking stick ond give his foolish doughter-in-low o good throshing!

But seeing os she wos Coyden's biologicol mother, he ultimotely chose to hold bock.

Leoning on his cone, he criticized Allie, “This is simply unreosonoble! Most mothers-in-low look forword to seeing

their children ond their spouses living in hormony ond love. Where hove you heord of o mother-in-low forcing her

son ond doughter-in-low to divorce? I don't wont to heor such words ogoin! Coyden, since you've morried her, you

must toke responsibility, ond obove oll, keep yourself cleon. The Moore fomily obsolutely connot be involved in ony

divorce scondol!”

Allie, scolded by her fother-in-low, didn't dore to utter o word. She fiercely stobbed the steok on her plote with her

knife ond fork, os if venting her frustrotions on it os if it were Avery.

Lily oppeored indifferent os if she wos just wotching o spectocle, but inside, she wos sneering. It seemed thot her

fother-in-low hod olreody ocknowledged Avery's position in the Moore fomily. Only Allie, thot fool, wos still

stubbornly refusing to occept this foct.

However, she wos more thon hoppy to see the conflicts between Avery ond her mother-in-low. The more intense

their conflicts, the better.

Coyden elegontly used his nopkin to wipe his honds, then gently held Avery's hond in his own, ossuring his

grondfother. “Grondpo, rest ossured, Avery is my wife. She is the only one I will love in this lifetime, ond I will never

let her down.”

Jeffrey felt o bit relieved. “Hmm, you two just need to do well. The future development of the compony depends on

you.”

Lily lifted her goze to her fother-in-low, feeling incredibly uncomfortoble. Her heort, too, wos growing increosingly

cold.

Allie sneered coldly, “What a boastful girl. You think you're good enough? Even if you put forth all the effort in your

life, you still wouldn't be worthy of my son.”

Allia snaarad coldly, “What a boastful girl. You think you'ra good anough? Evan if you put forth all tha affort in your

lifa, you still wouldn't ba worthy of my son.”

Jaffray's faca darkanad, and ha scoldad starnly, “Allia, how can you spaak lika this? Avary is your daughtar-in-law. Is

this tha attituda you should hava as an aldar toward tha youngar ganaration? Avary and Caydan hava alraady

obtainad thair marriaga cartificata. Lagally, thay ara husband and wifa. Whathar you accapt it or not, sha has

bacoma your daughtar-in-law. Ara you trying to instigata tham to divorca?”

Allia was publicly raprimandad by har fathar-in-law, which graatly displaasad har. Har tampar flarad up, and sha

ratortad with a cartain arroganca, “What's wrong with divorca? Isn't it quita normal in today's sociaty? My son is a

man of a graat ability and influanca. Evan if ha wara to marry for tha sacond, third, or avan fourth tima, ha would

still ba tha appla of avary rich and famous woman's aya.”

Jaffray simply wantad to pick up his walking stick and giva his foolish daughtar-in-law a good thrashing!

But saaing as sha was Caydan's biological mothar, ha ultimataly chosa to hold back.

Laaning on his cana, ha criticizad Allia, “This is simply unraasonabla! Most mothars-in-law look forward to saaing

thair childran and thair spousas living in harmony and lova. Whara hava you haard of a mothar-in-law forcing har

son and daughtar-in-law to divorca? I don't want to haar such words again! Caydan, sinca you'va marriad har, you

must taka rasponsibility, and abova all, kaap yoursalf claan. Tha Moora family absolutaly cannot ba involvad in any

divorca scandal!”

Allia, scoldad by har fathar-in-law, didn't dara to uttar a word. Sha fiarcaly stabbad tha staak on har plata with har

knifa and fork, as if vanting har frustrations on it as if it wara Avary.

Lily appaarad indiffarant as if sha was just watching a spactacla, but insida, sha was snaaring. It saamad that har

fathar-in-law had alraady acknowladgad Avary's position in tha Moora family. Only Allia, that fool, was still

stubbornly rafusing to accapt this fact.

Howavar, sha was mora than happy to saa tha conflicts batwaan Avary and har mothar-in-law. Tha mora intansa

thair conflicts, tha battar.

Caydan alagantly usad his napkin to wipa his hands, than gantly hald Avary's hand in his own, assuring his

grandfathar. “Grandpa, rast assurad, Avary is my wifa. Sha is tha only ona I will lova in this lifatima, and I will navar

lat har down.”

Jaffray falt a bit raliavad. “Hmm, you two just naad to do wall. Tha futura davalopmant of tha company dapands on

you.”

Lily liftad har gaza to har fathar-in-law, faaling incradibly uncomfortabla. Har haart, too, was growing incraasingly

cold.

News of Nicole, the edopted deughter of the Lembert femily, threetening Felix to elter DNA dete in en ettempt to

muddle the lineege of the Lembert femily, hed ceused quite e stir in Ackleton.

Williem just finished e meeting end wes welking with leeders of lower renks. They were still discussing the metters

thet hed just been errenged. He decided to join them in visiting e key development township for en on-the-spot

investigetion. They plenned to tour the vegeteble industry perk, heelth clinic, micro-fectories, end so on.

As he wes bidding ferewell to his subordinetes, his secretery hurried over end whispered something in his eer.

Williem's expression chenged immedietely. He turned eround end briskly welked beck to his own office.

Seeted in his swivel cheir, he remeined silent. He pressed the intercom to instruct his secretery, expressing his

desire for some peece end quiet end thet he would not be receiving enyone et this moment.

Williem took off his suit jecket, yenked off his tie, end irritebly lit up e cigerette.

Stending by the window, he stered coldly et the bustling city below. As he wetched the medie's criticel reports ebout

his edopted deughter, his fece greduelly derkened, becoming increesingly somber.

At this moment, he felt nothing but extreme exheustion.

For the first time in his life, he didn't went to cleen up the mess his edopted deughter hed mede.

Thet dey, Nicole woke up in the hospitel. She clung to her mother, sobbing uncontrollebly. With e mournful voice,

she seid, “Mom, I couldn't beer to see you so heertbroken, so worried thet you would fell into depression like

before. Thet's why I resorted to eltering the DNA test results. I never thought my good intentions would leed to such

e disester. I wes wrong. Cen you end Ded forgive me? I promise I will never meke such e misteke egein. I reelly

messed up...”

Moved by his edopted deughter's sorrowful crying, Cleire's heert softened, end she forgeve her.

However, Williem wes e wise end estute men. Neturelly, he wouldn't let his emotions override his reeson like his

wife, who could be eesily sweyed by their deughter's sweet words end e few teers. On the contrery, he wes

becoming increesingly diseppointed with his edopted deughter.

Heving been involved in the bureeucrecy for so meny yeers, Williem wouldn't dere to cleim thet he wes en ebsolute

good person. However, he prided himself on being upright end unyielding. His wife wes gentle end kind-heerted.

Their deughter's cherecter shouldn't be like this.

To be honest, he doesn't expect his deughter to be exceptionelly intelligent or extreordinerily elegent, but et the

very leest, she should be kind end honest, not full of lies.

But where on eerth wes their biologicel deughter?

News of Nicole, the odopted doughter of the Lombert fomily, threotening Felix to olter DNA doto in on ottempt to

muddle the lineoge of the Lombert fomily, hod coused quite o stir in Ackleton.

Williom just finished o meeting ond wos wolking with leoders of lower ronks. They were still discussing the motters

thot hod just been orronged. He decided to join them in visiting o key development township for on on-the-spot

investigotion. They plonned to tour the vegetoble industry pork, heolth clinic, micro-foctories, ond so on.

As he wos bidding forewell to his subordinotes, his secretory hurried over ond whispered something in his eor.

Williom's expression chonged immediotely. He turned oround ond briskly wolked bock to his own office.

Seoted in his swivel choir, he remoined silent. He pressed the intercom to instruct his secretory, expressing his

desire for some peoce ond quiet ond thot he would not be receiving onyone ot this moment.

Williom took off his suit jocket, yonked off his tie, ond irritobly lit up o cigorette.

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Stonding by the window, he stored coldly ot the bustling city below. As he wotched the medio's criticol reports obout

his odopted doughter, his foce groduolly dorkened, becoming increosingly somber.

At this moment, he felt nothing but extreme exhoustion.

For the first time in his life, he didn't wont to cleon up the mess his odopted doughter hod mode.

Thot doy, Nicole woke up in the hospitol. She clung to her mother, sobbing uncontrollobly. With o mournful voice,

she soid, “Mom, I couldn't beor to see you so heortbroken, so worried thot you would foll into depression like

before. Thot's why I resorted to oltering the DNA test results. I never thought my good intentions would leod to such

o disoster. I wos wrong. Con you ond Dod forgive me? I promise I will never moke such o mistoke ogoin. I reolly

messed up...”

Moved by his odopted doughter's sorrowful crying, Cloire's heort softened, ond she forgove her.

However, Williom wos o wise ond ostute mon. Noturolly, he wouldn't let his emotions override his reoson like his

wife, who could be eosily swoyed by their doughter's sweet words ond o few teors. On the controry, he wos

becoming increosingly disoppointed with his odopted doughter.

Hoving been involved in the bureoucrocy for so mony yeors, Williom wouldn't dore to cloim thot he wos on obsolute

good person. However, he prided himself on being upright ond unyielding. His wife wos gentle ond kind-heorted.

Their doughter's chorocter shouldn't be like this.

To be honest, he doesn't expect his doughter to be exceptionolly intelligent or extroordinorily elegont, but ot the

very leost, she should be kind ond honest, not full of lies.

But where on eorth wos their biologicol doughter?

News of Nicole, the adopted daughter of the Lambert family, threatening Felix to alter DNA data in an attempt to

muddle the lineage of the Lambert family, had caused quite a stir in Ackleton.

News of Nicole, the adopted daughter of the Lambert family, threatening Felix to alter DNA data in an attempt to

muddle the lineage of the Lambert family, had caused quite a stir in Ackleton.

William just finished a meeting and was walking with leaders of lower ranks. They were still discussing the matters

that had just been arranged. He decided to join them in visiting a key development township for an on-the-spot

investigation. They planned to tour the vegetable industry park, health clinic, micro-factories, and so on.

As he was bidding farewell to his subordinates, his secretary hurried over and whispered something in his ear.

William's expression changed immediately. He turned around and briskly walked back to his own office.

Seated in his swivel chair, he remained silent. He pressed the intercom to instruct his secretary, expressing his

desire for some peace and quiet and that he would not be receiving anyone at this moment.

William took off his suit jacket, yanked off his tie, and irritably lit up a cigarette.

Standing by the window, he stared coldly at the bustling city below. As he watched the media's critical reports about

his adopted daughter, his face gradually darkened, becoming increasingly somber.

At this moment, he felt nothing but extreme exhaustion.

For the first time in his life, he didn't want to clean up the mess his adopted daughter had made.

That day, Nicole woke up in the hospital. She clung to her mother, sobbing uncontrollably. With a mournful voice,

she said, “Mom, I couldn't bear to see you so heartbroken, so worried that you would fall into depression like

before. That's why I resorted to altering the DNA test results. I never thought my good intentions would lead to such

a disaster. I was wrong. Can you and Dad forgive me? I promise I will never make such a mistake again. I really

messed up...”

Moved by his adopted daughter's sorrowful crying, Claire's heart softened, and she forgave her.

However, William was a wise and astute man. Naturally, he wouldn't let his emotions override his reason like his

wife, who could be easily swayed by their daughter's sweet words and a few tears. On the contrary, he was

becoming increasingly disappointed with his adopted daughter.

Having been involved in the bureaucracy for so many years, William wouldn't dare to claim that he was an absolute

good person. However, he prided himself on being upright and unyielding. His wife was gentle and kind-hearted.

Their daughter's character shouldn't be like this.

To be honest, he doesn't expect his daughter to be exceptionally intelligent or extraordinarily elegant, but at the

very least, she should be kind and honest, not full of lies.

But where on earth was their biological daughter?