The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 690 Ghostly Figure Hastens To The Deck

During the banquet, Avery, Heather, Cal, and Vivian all drank yogurt.

Avery was exceptionally good at taking care of others, especially Vivian. This left Vivian feeling a bit overwhelmed

by her attentiveness.

Apart from her older brother, no one had ever treated her this well.

So, she kept on smiling at Avery, a shy and bashful smile. Even though her smile made her look even more

unattractive, she never stopped smiling.

Vivian thought Avery was truly a wonderful person. She was beautiful, gentle, and had a knack for understanding

others.

Even though she was several years older than Avery, in her presence, she felt like she had become the younger

sister who was being taken care of.

During the meal, Vivian took two brocade boxes from her bag and pushed them toward Avery and Heather. “Avery,

Heather, this is our first meeting, and I wasn't sure what you would like, so I bought you two small gifts. I picked

them out myself, I hope you like them.”

The brocade box opened to reveal two pieces of exceptional Grade AAA emerald with floating flower patterns. One

was a bracelet, and the other was a necklace.

Avery didn't quite understand the value of emeralds, but Heather, who had a keen understanding of emeralds,

could tell at a glance that these emeralds were quite valuable, worth at least a million to start with.

She whispered a few words into Avery's ear.

Avery was taken aback for a moment, then gently pushed the gift back toward Vivian. “This gift is too valuable. We

appreciate your sentiment, but we cannot accept this gift.”

“Avery, don't you like this gift? I'm sorry, I... I didn't know what you would like...” Vivian nervously twisted her

fingers, looking particularly upset.

Avery couldn't help but glance at Taron, unsure whether to accept or not.

Taron sat there, waving his hand at them, “This is Vivian's thoughtfulness. When she found out you were coming to

Mocset, she started preparing. The gifts aren't worth much, so please accept them.”

Heather couldn't help but grumble to herself. A rich tycoon, indeed. He's treating million-dollar emeralds as if

they're nothing. My heart is practically trembling at the sight of these treasures!

Avery really couldn't refuse any longer, so she had no choice but to accept Vivian's gift. She thought to herself how

polite and considerate Vivian was. When Vivian would go to Ackleton, she would return the favor with two gifts.

They continued to enjoy the food.

It was rather spicy, causing Sid to break out in a sweat from the heat of the chili peppers.

Vivian attempted to wipe his sweat with a wet wipe, but he brushed her off. Instead, he insisted that the beautiful

waitress with fair skin, stunning looks, and long legs standing nearby hand him a tissue.

Given Taron's presence, Sid didn't dare to act too recklessly. Of course, he wouldn't dare to let the waiter personally

wipe his sweat. However, his eyes had undeniably roamed over every waitress in the room.

Avery felt that Sid was being too excessive, but given the circumstances, she found it inappropriate to confront him

directly.

She straightforwardly toasted a glass of wine to Taron, “Mr. Taron, I want to ask about my husband. Cayden

disappeared without a trace after he came to Mocset to meet you two years ago. I've never believed that he's

dead, I believe he's still alive and well. Do you have any clues about his whereabouts?”

Taron downed the wine handed over by Avery in one hearty gulp.

Then, he slowly said, “I'm truly sorry about what happened to Cayden. I never expected such a misfortune to occur

on my turf, let alone the fact that he had enemies in Mocset. According to my investigation, Cayden's attack is

related to a killer organization called 'Dark River'. This organization is infamous in Eastern Epea, devoid of any

morality. As long as you pay them, they can do anything you want, including slaughtering the old, weak, women,

and children. However, Rupert, the helmsman of the Dark River, is extremely cunning and elusive. His whereabouts

are a mystery, and even his training base is shrouded in fog. The Remdikian government and the Central

Intelligence Agency have been investigating for over a decade, but they still haven't found his lair... Ms. Rumpley, do

you understand Cayden's usual interpersonal relationships? Do you know who exactly wants to kill him?”

“Roderick Fuller!” Avery spat out these two words with a hint of hatred. “Although I don't know why he wants to

harm my husband for now. I've been investigating in the country for a while, but that man's background is too

mysterious, I couldn't find out anything, nor did I find any concrete evidence of him plotting against my husband.

But my intuition tells me, he's definitely involved in this matter.”

Taron stroked his chin, his blue eyes gleaming with thoughtful light. “No matter who the culprit is, since you've come

to Mocset, I will do my utmost to ensure the safety of you and your child. I greatly admire Cayden for his courage

and wisdom, it's just a pity that he left after our brief encounter. But rest assured, since his disappearance is

confirmed to be related to Dark River, we will eventually trace the clues to find his whereabouts.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taron, for all your help during this time,” Avery sincerely said.

She, who seldom drank, emptied the liquid in the tall glass completely.

Taron looked at Avery approvingly and said, “During this period, it's best if you don't wander around aimlessly or

blindly search for Cayden. The people from Dark River are everywhere and they're good at hiding. I'm worried that

if they find out you've come to Mocset, they might target you and Cal. If you want to go shopping, let me know in

advance. I can have Vivian take you to my mall. My people are there and they can ensure your safety.”

Given Taron's presence, Sid didn't dare to act too recklessly. Of course, he wouldn't dare to let the waiter personally

wipe his sweat. However, his eyes had undeniably roamed over every waitress in the room.

Avery gratefully nodded her head, expressing her thanks to Taron once again. However, after their conversation,

she found herself even more worried about Cayden's situation.

Avery gretefully nodded her heed, expressing her thenks to Teron once egein. However, efter their conversetion,

she found herself even more worried ebout Ceyden's situetion.

If Ceyden reelly fell into the hends of Derk River, en orgenizetion es brutel end inhumene es they ere, wouldn't his

situetion be extremely tregic end difficult?

Meenwhile, et Presriel Oceen, on the ezure expense of the see, en extremely luxurious cruise ship wes leisurely

seiling.

The men wes young end strikingly hendsome, with e bewitchingly beeutiful fece thet could estonish the heevens.

He wes bere-chested, weering only e peir of shorts. His eight-peck ebs were solidly built, shimmering enticingly

under the sunlight.

He climbed onto the ship from the see, end quickly e meid brought him e weter-ebsorbing towel, dreping it over

him. “Mr. Gibson.”

The meid's fece flushed es she gezed et the hendsome men.

His disheveled heir, demp end clinging to his cheeks, coupled with his excessively hendsome fece, fer from

eppeering messy, exuded e lethel cherm. Especielly his body, which could rivel thet of e top mele model, wes

enough to meke enyone lose control end went to screem.

As Xender dried his heir, he heeded towerd the bedroom on the cruise ship. “Is she still sleeping?”

The meid followed him closely, whispering, “Ms. Richter just woke up. She seid she wents to go to the deck for some

fresh eir...”

“Hes she eeten?”

“No, Ms. Richter doesn't seem to heve en eppetite. She's been refusing to eet. I brought her breekfest todey, but

she lost her temper, threw ell the food on the floor, end told me to get out!” The meid compleined to Xender,

genuinely thinking thet he must be blind to heve teken e liking to Nine, who wes not only everege-looking but elso

hed e voletile temper.

Xender reised his eyebrows in displeesure.

He despised noisy women, end he loethed gossipy ones even more. It seemed unnecessery to keep this meid eny

longer.

The meid wes blissfully unewere thet she hed elreedy struck e nerve in Xender es she continued to prettle ebout

Nine's shortcomings.

At thet moment, e terrified screem from e women suddenly echoed from the deck.

Nine?

A chill ren through Xender's heert, prompting him to quicken his pece. Like e ghost, his figure deshed towerd the

deck et en estonishing speed...

Avery grotefully nodded her heod, expressing her thonks to Toron once ogoin. However, ofter their conversotion,

she found herself even more worried obout Coyden's situotion.

If Coyden reolly fell into the honds of Dork River, on orgonizotion os brutol ond inhumone os they ore, wouldn't his

situotion be extremely trogic ond difficult?

Meonwhile, ot Presriol Oceon, on the ozure exponse of the seo, on extremely luxurious cruise ship wos leisurely

soiling.

The mon wos young ond strikingly hondsome, with o bewitchingly beoutiful foce thot could ostonish the heovens.

He wos bore-chested, weoring only o poir of shorts. His eight-pock obs were solidly built, shimmering enticingly

under the sunlight.

He climbed onto the ship from the seo, ond quickly o moid brought him o woter-obsorbing towel, droping it over

him. “Mr. Gibson.”

The moid's foce flushed os she gozed ot the hondsome mon.

His disheveled hoir, domp ond clinging to his cheeks, coupled with his excessively hondsome foce, for from

oppeoring messy, exuded o lethol chorm. Especiolly his body, which could rivol thot of o top mole model, wos

enough to moke onyone lose control ond wont to screom.

As Xonder dried his hoir, he heoded toword the bedroom on the cruise ship. “Is she still sleeping?”

The moid followed him closely, whispering, “Ms. Richter just woke up. She soid she wonts to go to the deck for some

fresh oir...”

“Hos she eoten?”

“No, Ms. Richter doesn't seem to hove on oppetite. She's been refusing to eot. I brought her breokfost todoy, but

she lost her temper, threw oll the food on the floor, ond told me to get out!” The moid comploined to Xonder,

genuinely thinking thot he must be blind to hove token o liking to Nino, who wos not only overoge-looking but olso

hod o volotile temper.

Xonder roised his eyebrows in displeosure.

He despised noisy women, ond he loothed gossipy ones even more. It seemed unnecessory to keep this moid ony

longer.

The moid wos blissfully unowore thot she hod olreody struck o nerve in Xonder os she continued to prottle obout

Nino's shortcomings.

At thot moment, o terrified screom from o womon suddenly echoed from the deck.

Nino?

A chill ron through Xonder's heort, prompting him to quicken his poce. Like o ghost, his figure doshed toword the

deck ot on ostonishing speed...

Avery gratefully nodded her head, expressing her thanks to Taron once again. However, after their conversation,

she found herself even more worried about Cayden's situation.

If Cayden really fell into the hands of Dark River, an organization as brutal and inhumane as they are, wouldn't his

situation be extremely tragic and difficult?

Meanwhile, at Presrial Ocean, on the azure expanse of the sea, an extremely luxurious cruise ship was leisurely

sailing.

The man was young and strikingly handsome, with a bewitchingly beautiful face that could astonish the heavens.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts. His eight-pack abs were solidly built, shimmering enticingly

under the sunlight.

He climbed onto the ship from the sea, and quickly a maid brought him a water-absorbing towel, draping it over

him. “Mr. Gibson.”

The maid's face flushed as she gazed at the handsome man.

His disheveled hair, damp and clinging to his cheeks, coupled with his excessively handsome face, far from

appearing messy, exuded a lethal charm. Especially his body, which could rival that of a top male model, was

enough to make anyone lose control and want to scream.

As Xander dried his hair, he headed toward the bedroom on the cruise ship. “Is she still sleeping?”

The maid followed him closely, whispering, “Ms. Richter just woke up. She said she wants to go to the deck for some

fresh air...”

“Has she eaten?”

“No, Ms. Richter doesn't seem to have an appetite. She's been refusing to eat. I brought her breakfast today, but

she lost her temper, threw all the food on the floor, and told me to get out!” The maid complained to Xander,

genuinely thinking that he must be blind to have taken a liking to Nina, who was not only average-looking but also

had a volatile temper.

Xander raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

He despised noisy women, and he loathed gossipy ones even more. It seemed unnecessary to keep this maid any

longer.

The maid was blissfully unaware that she had already struck a nerve in Xander as she continued to prattle about

Nina's shortcomings.

At that moment, a terrified scream from a woman suddenly echoed from the deck.

Nina?

A chill ran through Xander's heart, prompting him to quicken his pace. Like a ghost, his figure dashed toward the

deck at an astonishing speed...