The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 123

Avery was able to recognize Dylan after taking a look at him.

He was in Cayden's study with Yvonne when Jeffrey coughed up blood at the Moore residence.

As Yvonne had left a bad impression on Avery, the latter didn't quite like Dylan either.

There was a guy handing out flyers nearby at the time. He walked past Avery and handed a flyer to a passer-by as he said, “Excuse me, please take a look at this when you have the time!”

Dylan turned around to look at her.

Avery was wearing a black cotton T-shirt with a knot tied at the waist and a pair of denim shorts.

She looked just like a university student in that outfit.

“Don't you have work today?” Dylan asked while shifting his gaze away from her slender waist.

“Nope,” Avery replied coldly while continuing to hand out flyers.

She actually had work that day, but didn't need to clock in at the office. As such, she snuck out and handed out flyers to make some extra cash.

Although it wasn't a lot of money, she could make enough to buy Jeffrey some medicine for his cerebrovascular disease.

Her salary, on the other hand, wasn't even enough to treat Leonardo's lung cancer.

Since she worked her part-time jobs during the day, she would have to stay up late to complete her designs for Trident Group.

“I thought you'd resign after breaking up with Cayden,” Dylan said.

Unsure why he would bring that up all of a sudden, Avery handed out another flyer as she replied, “I won't say no to money, and I don't think he's the type to get revenge on his ex.”

Dylan chuckled and walked off after hearing that.

As Avery continued to hand out flyers, Dylan returned a few minutes later with a bottle of water in hand.

“Your lips are all dried up. Here you go,” he said while handing it out to her.

Avery shook her head. “Thanks, but I'm not thirsty.”

Since she had refused his offer politely, there was nothing much Dylan could do about it except retract his hand awkwardly.

“How's the pay like for handing out flyers? Do they pay you by the hour? Or is it based on the number of flyers you hand out?” he asked curiously while staring at the stack of flyers she was holding.

A middle-aged woman wearing a banner on her body came over and said, “We get paid based on the number of flyers we hand out! They'll only release the payment when we've finished handing it all out.”

Dylan nodded at her in response and began observing Avery more seriously.

I just realized that Avery is being far too honest and diligent in her approach. There are tons of other people handing out flyers on this street, so the passers-by have probably gotten sick of receiving flyers by the time they pass her by. Despite her genuine sincerity and efforts in handing out her flyers, most of the passers-by impatiently brush her hand aside. At this rate, she won't be able to finish handing them all out in time.

With that in mind, Dylan took a huge portion of it from her and said, “I'll take care of these.”

Avery froze as she realized she had less than ten flyers left.

What's with this guy? He's so rude! First, he shows up out of nowhere and asks me a bunch of weird questions. Then, he buys me a bottle of water. And now, he's going to help me hand out these flyers? What the heck is he playing at?

“Thank you for your kind gesture, but I can handle this myself,” Avery said as she reached out to take the flyers back.

Dylan was about as tall as Cayden, but he had a slightly different air about him. That was when Avery realized she couldn't reach the flyers even without him raising his arms.

“Isn't it better to get this job finished sooner?” Dylan asked with an affectionate look in his eyes.

A few girls passing by flashed them envious looks when they saw that. “You see that boyfriend of hers? He's a hundred times better than that rich boyfriend of yours! I doubt your boyfriend would willingly help you hand out flyers like this!”

Avery heard that since she was standing quite near them, but Dylan was busy handing out flyers about fifty feet away from them at the time.

Due to his good looks and charisma, he received a much better response from passers-by than Avery did.

“Can I have one?” a random girl asked shyly as she approached him.

All it took was a few minutes for Dylan to finish handing them all out.

He then waved his empty hands at Avery from afar.

Since her job had been forcibly completed, she had no choice but to collect her payment for the day.

Her boss was a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She had a stern attitude, and her job was to keep an eye on the promoters so they wouldn't slack off at work.

She rolled her eyes in disgust when she handed Avery her payment. “Why are you handing out flyers when you already have a rich boyfriend? Don't come in to work tomorrow! This job is for those who are actually poor!”

Avery had wanted to explain herself, but the woman walked off before she could say anything.

What the... Did I just lose my job for no reason?

Avery felt frustrated at her predicament, but was powerless to do anything about it. As she hadn't eaten

nor drank anything since morning, she decided to have lunch at a pasta place across the street.

For some reason, the smell of food made her nauseous even though she was really hungry.

Having stood six hours under the hot sun, however, left her so weak that she had no choice but to eat something.

“You and I are not that close, so stop following me around,” Avery said when she saw Dylan cross the road with her.

“We can get to know each other better over lunch, then. I've been meaning to try the pasta here. Will you please stop being mad at me?” Dylan said politely.

“Fine, you can dine here. I'll go eat somewhere else.” Even if she couldn't afford to offend him, Avery figured she could at least avoid him.

She was about to leave when Dylan grabbed her by the arm and said calmly, “Wait! Let's be friends, okay? I won't bite.”

“Sorry, but I don't want you as a friend.” Avery didn't want to be associated with any more guys from wealthy families, especially if they were Cayden's relatives.

She tried pulling her hand free, but Dylan refused to let go.

The struggling pushed Avery's weakened body to its limits, and she soon found herself getting a little lightheaded. The next thing she knew, her vision had faded to black.

Dylan frowned when he saw her falling backward and quickly reached out to catch her. After realizing what was going on, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his Porsche Cayenne parked beside the road.

That was when his phone started ringing all of a sudden.

“Who is this? What do you want?” Dylan shouted impatiently upon answering the call.

“Granduncle Toby wants to know when you'll be back,” Zachary replied in his usual soft voice. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Dad must've forced him to call me in his stead, huh? That old man doesn't like speaking to a failure like me, after all.

Dylan glanced at Avery, who was still unconscious in the back seat, and said, “I'm coming home now. Oh, and I'll be bringing a woman with me.”