The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 117

After reporting the situation to Xavier, Cecelia returned to the restroom.

“Wake up, Ery! Come on, wake up!” No matter how Cecelia called her name or shook her, Avery slept with her head tilted, without responding at all.

Cecelia was terrified.

Outside the bathroom, Xavier notified his boss about what happened.

“Mr. Dartsley, can I go in?” Zachary was very anxious, but boys were not allowed to enter the ladies restroom.

Xavier bent his head to speak to him, “Wait till your dad is here, then you may go in.”

The seconds felt like years for Zachary as he stared in the direction of the elevator.

Rory let go of Xavier's hand and slipped into the ladies' restroom.

Following Cecelia's voice, she walked over and saw Avery sitting on the floor of the bathroom. Squatting down, she wrapped her two plump little hands around her neck and opened her little mouth to cry, “Ms. Ery, boohoo”

While Cecelia was calling Avery by name, she tried to comfort the child by stroking her head.

Cayden came upstairs, looking for the restroom.

Xavier led him to the door but did not go inside.

When Cecelia heard some movement, she raised her head and saw a gloomy-faced Boss walk in. He had searched one room after another until he finally found this one. Cecelia felt relieved when he reached down and carried Avery up from the floor.

It seemed that no matter how serious the matter was, as long as a man like Boss came forward, it would be resolved and no matter how sick Avery was, she would be all right.

Cecelia took care of Rory and went out as well.

“Find out what happened!” Cayden instructed Xavier and headed for the elevator.

Xavier who was minding Zachary handed his care over to Cecelia, asking, “Do you have a driving license?”

She nodded blankly in reply.

Xavier passed the car keys to Cecelia. “Go and start the car. Take the two kids with you.”

Cecelia then understood that he intended to stay back to investigate.

“Yes, Mr. Dartsley, don't worry.” She was an efficient helper. Taking the keys, she coaxed the children as they hurried toward the elevator, “Let's catch up with them.”

Xavier looked for and found the person in charge of the entertainment establishment.

After Xavier explained his purpose, the person in charge arranged for a staff member to show him the surveillance camera recordings.

At this very moment, in another private room in the club, something was going on.

Zayne brought Yvonne over and dropped her on the bed. Then he turned around and addressed Fernando, “I'm sorry that she got away. However, there will be another chance. The next time, for sure, I'll let you have fun with her.”

Fernando gave Zayne a glass of beer and clinked glasses with him.

After drinking, he said, “Next time, then. From head to toe, this one does not interest me at all. If I wanted someone like that, for just a few hundred, I could easily have fun.

After the drink, Zayne was quite surprised for what was to follow.

“You can have her.” Fernando patted Zayne on the shoulder and laughed. With that, he opened the door and left.

Zayne was left alone in the room, staring at Yvonne lying on the bed and at a loss what to do.

He had no interest in Yvonne. In fact, women like her could be found anywhere, with too much make- up and no character.

Zayne went to the bed, planning to take off her shoes, cover her with a quilt, and let her sleep all night. If she asked the next day, he would say that she was drunk, and he kindly helped her into a room and

let her rest.

However, when his fingers touched her ankle while he took off her high heels, his eyes felt burning hot, and he couldn't help but explore her with his eyes from her ankle up to her calf.

Then, from her calf, his eyes traveled upwards uncontrollably, to her thigh.

Yvonne was wearing a very short skirt, which was fine when she was standing, but being thrown on the bed like that made the skirt roll upwards, exposing more skin...

Zayne let go of her ankle, gazing at her chest heaving with the rhythm of her breathing. He pulled her upright to a sitting position.

Yvonne continued to sleep no matter how he pulled, showing no sign of waking up as if she had lost consciousness. An evil thought came to his mind.

At this point, his phone vibrated.

Zayne looked at it.

Fernando had sent him a message: I took the pill but could not have your ex-girlfriend, so my blood vessels nearly burst. Now, I am letting you have a taste of this, too.

Even though there was a woman lying on the bed, after taking the strong pill, doing it once or twice would not relieve him.

In simple terms, taking the pill unknowingly and engaging in sex unwillingly was an unpleasant

experience for Zayne.

In the security room where the surveillance cameras were monitored, Xavier saw Zayne carrying Yvonne.

Xavier recognized Yvonne but did not know her well. Naturally, he was not too concerned but just assumed that she was young and easily seduced by Zayne.

If it was a relationship between adults with mutual consent, then it was none of Xavier's business.

In the surveillance video, the person who entered the bathroom with Avery was Yvonne. As for what happened in the bathroom, it could neither be heard nor seen from the surveillance cameras.

Fortunately, there was a cleaner, Jill Potter who had gone in.

Jill was summoned and Xavier asked her some questions.

Jill repeated what she had heard clearly. The rich girl humiliated the poor girl in the bathroom fiercely for a long time. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The person in charge of the club asked the Jill sternly, “Do you swear that you are telling the truth?”

For any incident which happened in the club, the person in charge of the clubhouse had to share the responsibility. If the boss of Trident Group was not happy, it would be a matter of minutes before their clubhouse closed overnight for rectification.

Jill nodded. “I'm telling the truth. I do not lie.”

Xavier understood what had happened.

In the city center, there was an exclusive condominium close to their office building. The units were rare and not readily available for sale even for the wealthy.

Cecelia stood in the hall.

Avery was asleep in the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, the twins kept her company. They were concerned about Avery in the same way they were concerned about their own mom. Boss' brows were knitted as he stood there on guard. His eyes were fixed on Avery's face.

Cecelia observed all these.

“She will wake up tomorrow morning. Presumably, she accidentally ingested a specially processed sleeping pill.” The doctor said euphemistically after the examination.

The twins heaved a sign of relief when they heard what the doctor said.

Cecelia heard the conversation in the bedroom, but she did not dare to talk to the boss, so she called Xavier and asked, “What should I do now?”

Xavier instructed, “Do not disturb the family. Send the doctor home, and you park the car at your apartment. I'll go and get it tomorrow.”

Cecelia was taken aback, “What? Park such a big car at my apartment? It's a Bentley. I cannot afford to pay you if it's stolen.”

Xavier had already hung up.

Cecelia was so angry that she threw the phone down on the sofa.

When there were only three family members left in the condominium, Cayden undid his tie. Then he turned to look at the twins who were still standing beside the bed, “Go back to your room to wash up and sleep, or let Mr. Dartsley pick you up. He can send you back to the Moore residence.”

“Dad, are you going to sleep with Ms. Ery tonight?” Rory turned around and tugged at his father's trousers, looking up and asking innocently.