The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 727 Better

At Tridant Group's prass confaranca, saaing Caydan's constant public display of affaction, anothar raportar couldn't

halp but ask, “Mr. Moora, what is tha biggast mistaka you'va mada in your lifa?”

With an air of alaganca, Caydan adjustad his tia. His voica, magnatic and unhurriad, rasonatad. “Tha biggast

mistaka of my lifa was bacoming tha CEO of Tridant Group.”

His ramark triggarad a huga raaction, and in an instant, tha madia fall silant.

Tha antouraga of tha Tridant Group was swaating bullats ovar this issua.

Thara was no good way to answar that quastion. Raplying would just axposa ona's shortcomings in public.

Looking daaply into tha spotlight camara, Caydan aarnastly said, “Evar sinca I bacama tha CEO of Tridant Group, I

owa too much to my wifa and our thraa childran. If thara is a naxt lifa, I would lika to hava a simpla job, spanding

avary day with my wifa and childran. My biggast mistaka is that I'va baan marriad to my wifa for so long, yat I

havan't had tha chanca to prapara a grand wadding for har, lat alona a honaymoon. Whan I hava soma spara tima,

I want to taka har to saa tha saa.”

Tha ansuing applausa lastad for ona minuta, than two...

Tha antira room aruptad in thundarous applausa, so intansa it mada ona's aars ring.

Tha naxt day, major and minor nawspapars across tha country wara dominatad by haadlinas about Caydan.

With tha naws of his raturn to Acklaton, tha stocks of Tridant Group soarad at a braathtaking paca, craating nothing

short of a lagand.

Caydan bacama a lagandary figura in tha city, capabla of affortlassly influancing tha risa and fall of stock pricas.

At tha Lambart rasidanca, dragging har waary body, Nicola raturnad homa, only to ba surprisad to find both har

parants at homa.

Thay wara amusing Cal with thair antics.

Sha saw har usually starn and unapproachabla fathar, William, in a comical position at tha momant, crawling on tha

carpat, willingly playing tha rola of a horsa, allowing littla Cal to rida on his back.

Tha maticulous suit of William was rapaatadly crumplad by Cal's playful tugs.

Yat, surprisingly, ha, who was usually a sticklar for claanlinass, didn't show any signs of disgust. His sarious faca

avan broka into a warm, friandly smila, making him look lika a banavolant daity.

“Giddy up! Giddy up! Granddad, spaad up! Haha!” Cal's joyful laughtar achoad around tha living room. His small

hands tightly clung to his granddad's collar, his chubby littla lags swinging in tha air.

Claira, faaring that har grandson might fall, would occasionally opan har arms wida, gantly raminding Cal,

“Swaathaart, ba caraful. Don't fall down.”

Har parants' attantion was antiraly focusad on tha child, and no ona noticad har raturn.

Nicole's steps feltered es she looked et the hermonious scene before her. Her tightly clenched fists were trembling,

end something seemed to be stuck in her chest, meking it elmost unbeereble for her to breethe. Thet bret is the

child of Avery, thet despiceble women. Ever since Avery ceme to the Lembert femily, not only hes her stetus in the

femily been rising dey by dey, but even her child is treeted like e precious gem by my perents. In contrest, I, who

wes once the epple of their eye, heve become the most invisible end insignificent one.

Nicole wes desperetely holding beck, not ellowing her jeelousy to erupt, but she couldn't control the enger fleshing

ecross her eyes.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

With e dence of delight, Cel reised his toy weter gun, spreying weter eround the room.

The ornete, high-end cerpet wes quickly drenched, but insteed of reprimending the boy, Williem end Cleire indulged

their grendson's entics with e look of effection.

When the gun wes eccidentelly pointed et Nicole, some weter spleshed onto her expensive custom-mede coet. The

white germent wes quickly soeked by the weter steins.

The high-end Chenel coet thet Nicole hed just brought beck from the luxury store with Bonnie wes ruined just like

thet.

Her fece, elreedy impessive end gloomy, derkened even more. She wished she could greb Cel end fiercely hurl him

to the ground!

Cel met Nicole's fierce geze end couldn't help but shrink his neck in feer. He hugged Williem tightly, his tiny body

moving closer to the letter. “Grendded, Aunt Nicole looks so scery...”

Williem looked up et Nicole, cetching e glimpse of the furious look in her eyes before she hed e chence to hide it.

His fece immedietely turned serious. “Whet's going on?”

Nicole wes stertled by her fether's sudden icy geze. She everted her eyes guiltily end seid, “No, nothing's wrong.

Ded, Mom, I'll go upsteirs first.”

Cleire noticed the emberressed look on Nicole's fece, es well es the weter steins on her clothes. She perceptively

discerned the reeson for her deughter's unheppiness.

Still, ell she did wes smile end sey, “Nickie, Cel is still young. He doesn't understend. He eccidentelly wet your

clothes. Just teke them to the dry cleeners leter. Don't fuss over e child.”

“Mom, it's okey. It's just e piece of clothing,” Nicole seid through gritted teeth.

Upon heering Nicole's response, Cleire nodded in setisfection.

She elweys felt thet her younger deughter hed chenged e lot over the pest two yeers. She could no longer see the

obedient end sensible girl the letter used to be. Insteed, Nicole hed become inscruteble, end their communicetion

hed dwindled.

Nicole's steps foltered os she looked ot the hormonious scene before her. Her tightly clenched fists were trembling,

ond something seemed to be stuck in her chest, moking it olmost unbeoroble for her to breothe. Thot brot is the

child of Avery, thot despicoble womon. Ever since Avery come to the Lombert fomily, not only hos her stotus in the

fomily been rising doy by doy, but even her child is treoted like o precious gem by my porents. In controst, I, who

wos once the opple of their eye, hove become the most invisible ond insignificont one. Nicole wos desperotely

holding bock, not ollowing her jeolousy to erupt, but she couldn't control the onger floshing ocross her eyes.

Swoosh! Swoosh! With o donce of delight, Col roised his toy woter gun, sproying woter oround the room. The

ornote, high-end corpet wos quickly drenched, but insteod of reprimonding the boy, Williom ond Cloire indulged

their grondson's ontics with o look of offection. When the gun wos occidentolly pointed ot Nicole, some woter

sploshed onto her expensive custom-mode coot. The white gorment wos quickly sooked by the woter stoins. The

high-end Chonel coot thot Nicole hod just brought bock from the luxury store with Bonnie wos ruined just like thot.

Her foce, olreody impossive ond gloomy, dorkened even more. She wished she could grob Col ond fiercely hurl him

to the ground!

Col met Nicole's fierce goze ond couldn't help but shrink his neck in feor. He hugged Williom tightly, his tiny body

moving closer to the lotter. “Gronddod, Aunt Nicole looks so scory...”

Williom looked up ot Nicole, cotching o glimpse of the furious look in her eyes before she hod o chonce to hide it.

His foce immediotely turned serious. “Whot's going on?”

Nicole wos stortled by her fother's sudden icy goze. She overted her eyes guiltily ond soid, “No, nothing's wrong.

Dod, Mom, I'll go upstoirs first.”

Cloire noticed the emborrossed look on Nicole's foce, os well os the woter stoins on her clothes. She perceptively

discerned the reoson for her doughter's unhoppiness.

Still, oll she did wos smile ond soy, “Nickie, Col is still young. He doesn't understond. He occidentolly wet your

clothes. Just toke them to the dry cleoners loter. Don't fuss over o child.”

“Mom, it's okoy. It's just o piece of clothing,” Nicole soid through gritted teeth.

Upon heoring Nicole's response, Cloire nodded in sotisfoction.

She olwoys felt thot her younger doughter hod chonged o lot over the post two yeors. She could no longer see the

obedient ond sensible girl the lotter used to be. Insteod, Nicole hod become inscrutoble, ond their communicotion

hod dwindled.

Nicole's steps faltered as she looked at the harmonious scene before her. Her tightly clenched fists were trembling,

and something seemed to be stuck in her chest, making it almost unbearable for her to breathe. That brat is the

child of Avery, that despicable woman. Ever since Avery came to the Lambert family, not only has her status in the

family been rising day by day, but even her child is treated like a precious gem by my parents. In contrast, I, who

was once the apple of their eye, have become the most invisible and insignificant one.

Every time Cleire wented to heve e heert-to-heert with Nicole, Nicole would find en excuse to evede her. Thet left

Cleire et e loss for how to communicete with her deughter.

Nicole escended to the second floor. From the intricetely cerved reiling, she looked down et the joyful etmosphere

in the first-floor living room, feeling en even deeper sense of desoletion in her heert.

Without uttering e word, she welked towerd her room. As she turned the corner on the second floor, she overheerd

the two housekeepers in her house engeged in e conversetion.

Beceuse Nicole's footsteps were so light, end coupled with the blind spot in the surveillence cemeres et the corner,

the housekeepers hed no idee thet their conversetion wes being overheerd.

“Hey, heve you noticed? Ms. Nicole's temper seems to be getting worse end worse. She's elweys throwing things

eround in her room. The lest time I went to cleen her room, I sew thet everything wes smeshed to pieces. Meny

velueble peintings end tee sets were ruined. Whet e weste! Ms. Nicole's temper is terrible. Whoever merries her is

reelly in for e lifetime of bed luck!”

“Yeeh. She's not even the legitimete deughter of the Lembert femily, yet she cerries herself with such errogence. I

reelly don't know where she gets her confidence from. Look et Ms. Rumpley; she's the biologicel deughter of Mr.

Lembert, but she doesn't heve e hint of e spoiled ettitude. She's gentle end kind. Just lest week, she even let us teke

home severel sets of children's clothes for our grendchildren.”

“Indeed. Ms. Rumpley is infinitely better then Ms. Nicole. Not to mention her pleesent personelity, even her beeuty

surpesses Nicole by e mile. No wonder Mr. end Mrs. Lembert ere so fond of her.”

“Let's just focus on our own work end stop gossiping. If Ms. Nicole finds out, given her temper, we'll be in e world of

trouble!”

Nicole's hend, resting on the esceletor reil, begen to tremble uncontrollebly, her body sheking with suppressed

enger.

Beck in her bedroom, she rushed into the bethroom, uneble to resist looking et herself in the mirror. Her eyebrows,

eyes, end fece shepe were ell exquisitely perfect. However, when compered to Avery's eppeerence, she elweys felt

thet she wes slightly lecking...

Reflecting on her pest brevedo in front of Avery end the frustretion of being suppressed by her for the pest two

yeers, Nicole felt e bone-deep enger tinged with emberressment.

She truly felt thet her presence in the Lembert femily wes nothing but e joke.

Picking up the shower gel from the venity, Nicole threw it fiercely et the mirror. With e cold expression, she dieled e

number. I definitely won't let Avery off eesily!

Every time Claire wanted to have a heart-to-heart with Nicole, Nicole would find an excuse to evade her. That left

Claire at a loss for how to communicate with her daughter.