The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 670

Chapter 670 Only He Knows

Mocset.

At night, in the bustling yet icy city, the cold wind howled, and a heavy snowfall began blanketing the outside world in a layer of silvery white.

The goose-feathered snow was falling thick and fast, its pure whiteness brightening the originally dim light considerably.

Because it was unbearably cold, there were hardly any pedestrians outside. The usually bustling and noisy world had, for once, quieted down.

A stretched version of the black Bentley, with perfect and smooth lines, moved like a nimble swordfish through a sea of snow. Despite the heavy snowfall, its speed remained unhindered.

The dark alleyway.

A few towering figures, clad in tattered clothes and brandishing menacing weapons, leered at two beautiful young women of Chanaean descent, swallowing hard with evident lust.

Snowflakes fell onto the girl's hair, dampening the tips.

Even the bulkiest down jackets couldn't conceal their graceful figures, leaving one's imagination running wild.

The thugs exchanged glances, revealing lewd smirks as a string of Remdikian flirtatious remarks burst

forth. “These two chicks are quite attractive. It's been a while since we've tasted the flavor of Aplothian women. Although these two seem petite and delicate, they're definitely sexier and more provocative than our local girls. Guys, we can feast again today!”

Two Chanaean girls stared in terror at the sudden appearance of young thugs. They held each other's hands for support, their faces pale, retreating step by step!

The thugs approached the two girls, intending to seize them. Their blatantly lewd gazes were nauseating.

“Run!” The taller girl was the first to react, grabbing the arm of another girl who seemed somewhat timid, and they quickly fled toward the end of the alley!

“Chase her! Don't let our sexy girl get away, or we won't have a chick to comfort us tonight...” The sound of the thugs' footsteps followed, mixed with their crude and offensive language.

The girls simply couldn't match the physical strength of men, let alone the fact that they had just returned from their part-time jobs at the restaurant, utterly exhausted. Now, being chased by these thugs, they were on the verge of collapsing from fatigue.

Just as they were about to be caught by the thugs, a dazzling beam of light shot directly into the faces of the thugs suddenly.

The light was so intense that they could barely keep their eyes open.

The two Chanaean girls were also caught in the intense light. They were almost hit by the car, but just

as it was about to strike them, the vehicle suddenly came to a steady stop. The girls, shocked by the near miss, fell to the ground.

“Help, help—”

In the midst of it all, the tall girl seemed to have spotted her lifeline. She struggled to her feet from the snowy ground, half-leaning on the Bentley, calling out for help.

Mocset nights were a haven for criminals, a fact the girl knew all too well. She was aware that the people here, when confronted with criminal acts, would often adopt an indifferent attitude, minding their own business. She knew her chances of being rescued were slim, but she couldn't help but cry out for help to the people in the car.

Cayden glanced coldly through the car window at the Chanaean girl who was blocking the way ahead, calling for help.

The man's handsome face was like this piercingly cold weather, devoid of any warmth.

“Drive.” His voice was low and tinged with a hint of displeasure. His hawk-like eyes swept toward the driver in the driver's seat.

He's no savior, nor did he possess the benevolence to help others. If it doesn't benefit him in any way, he couldn't be bothered to get involved.

The driver started the engine, and the Bentley was about to set off.

The tall girl's eyes turned red in despair as she was forced to watch as the car started up. At thisBelongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

moment, the thug had already seized her companion, ripping apart her down jacket.

“Ah... No... Get away...” The timid girl blurted out in Chanaean in desperation.

She struggled in fear and helplessness, her voice soft and trembling. Her innocent expression, akin to a small white rabbit, only made the thugs laugh even harder and got more brazen toward her.

“Guys, this chick looks skinny, but she's got a nice figure...” the voices of the hooligans echoed.

“Averie!” The tall girl saw her companion being insulted. Despite her fear, she bravely rushed forward. “You bunch of jerks. Let her go!”

In the midst of things, she blurted out in Chanaean, and the name she called out made Cayden stop in his tracks.

Through the car window, he looked at the girl named “Averie”. All he saw was a delicate silhouette, long and straight black hair, and a slender figure. She was struggling desperately in the hands of the thugs. Her helpless appearance overlapped with a shadow in his memory, merging into one.

“Save them,” Cayden suddenly ordered the driver.

The driver paused, seeming a bit hesitant, “Sir, it's best if we don't meddle in other's affairs. If Mr. Rupert and Ms. Cassie were to find out...”

A cold, black object was pressed against the driver's waist.

The driver looked at Cayden in astonishment, feeling that this man was incredibly inscrutable.

In the time I've spent with him these days, I've come to understand that although he appears to be gentle and refined, his actions are strikingly different and unpredictable. His methods are ruthless. In a short period of time, he has almost won over everyone since he joined the company from top to bottom. His orders are such that nobody dares to disobey.

The driver had no choice but to get out of the car.

Seeing the driver suddenly get out, the thugs arrogantly burst into laughter. “Well, well, another big fish has taken the bait...”

The driver didn't say anything. His figure darted like lightning among the knife-wielding thugs. Before long, several of them fell to the ground with a thud, their cries of pain echoing around. They struggled so much that even standing up became a challenge.

“Sir, thank you, thank you so much...” The girl named Averie, having been rescued, expressed her gratitude by bowing to the driver.

The Eastern Epean driver frowned, waving his hand impatiently. “It wasn't me who saved you, but my boss.”

Having said that, he promptly opened the car door and settled back into the driver's seat.

Averie and the tall girl couldn't help but look inside the car.

The car window was half open, revealing the man's astonishingly handsome profile. He seemed like the most exquisite sculpture in the hands of God, with firm and perfect contours. His thin lips were

slightly raised in a half-smile. He was smoking, and even the hand holding the cigarette was as perfect as a piece of art. It wasn't hard to imagine how this man could throw most women off their feet!

“Sir, thank you...” The two girls were somewhat stunned, and by the time they realized they should thank the man, they saw that the car had already started. They didn't even have time to express their gratitude to him.

Inside the car.

The driver was slowly driving the car up front, occasionally stealing glances at the man in the back seat.

Cayden closed his eyes and rested. He was a man as divine as a celestial being, his demeanor still as cold and unrivaled as ever. Yet, one of his hands was gently resting over his heart.

Only he knew, it was beating rapidly there.

He truly missed her, and yearned for that gentle and sweet woman.

At the mansion.

After feeding Cal and finally coaxing the energetic little baby to sleep, Avery also started to feel sleepy.

Suddenly, Avery's heart rate quickened. She clutched her throbbing chest, feeling somewhat restless.

She walked over to the bedside table and pulled out a photo of Cayden.

Avery gently caressed the man's handsome face, her gaze incredibly tender. She murmured, “They all say you're dead, but I never believed them, because I can feel that you're still alive. Once I'm done with my busy schedule, and the company is back on track, can I take our baby to Mocset to find you?”