The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 684

Chapter 684 Cayden Choked Her

In Nicole's heart, the disgust and hatred for Roderick did not diminish in the slightest.

That man has tormented me for over two years and is a nightmarish figure in my life. If I could use this despicable woman to get rid of him, I would be more than glad for that to happen. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Even though she had known about Cayden's death for a while, hearing Nicole say it out loud still made Avery unable to contain her emotions.

She gripped Nicole's collar tightly, questioning her fiercely, “Why did Roderick harm Cayden? Does it have anything to do with you?”

Whenever matters related to Cayden were involved, Avery could not maintain her calm and rationality.

Seeing Avery's frantic state, Nicole laughed as if she had achieved her goal. “I'm not a mind reader, so how would I know why he wanted to harm Cayden? However, seeing your current state of pain and helplessness, being half-dead, I feel extremely satisfied! Karma really does come quickly...”

Suddenly, a piercing light flashed before her eyes. It was the light refracted from the dressing mirror. Nicole couldn't help but glance at their reflections in the mirror.

By all accounts, both she and Avery were the type of girls with delicate features. Their appearances didn't differ too much.

However, Avery's facial features were sharper, and they were more symmetrical, perfectly matching the description of being flawless.

So, even though Avery was currently wearing men's makeup, she still looked incredibly charming, which always filled Nicole with both envy and resentment.

She even had the audacity to say, “Even though you're the biological daughter of the Lambert family, and even though you've won over Cayden, so what? My bond with Mom is much deeper than yours. The man you've got is nothing more than a dead soul. How does it feel now, burdened with those three little brats? Ha, this is the consequence of stealing my man and my parents!”

Avery held back the urge to slap Nicole. “I don't want to hear your nonsense, Nicole. You'd better hope I don't find out that this has anything to do with you! Otherwise, I'll make you regret it! And if you dare to breathe a word of tonight's happenings to Mom and Dad, I guarantee you'll have no place in the Lambert family!”

Having said that, she abruptly let go of Nicole, trudging back to her room with heavy steps.

No matter what Nicole said, she remained indifferent to everything else, but she never believed that Cayden was already dead.

No matter what, she had to make a trip to Mocset.

On the other side, somewhere on a solitary island in Presrial Ocean.

The waning moon hung halfway in the vault of the sky, devoid of any stars, with only the cold moonlight casting an icy glow over the eerily gloomy island.

This night, compared to those before, was exceptionally dark.

The crisp sea breeze blew freely across the coastline, stirring up towering waves. The entire sea seemed to become restless and agitated.

Cayden stood on the rocks, his tall figure blending seamlessly with the night.

He gazed up at the sky, as dark as ink, a gloomy night with signs of an impending storm.

He had been planning for so long to escape from this terrifying island.

The thought of leaving was like a wild weed sprouting in his heart, ceaselessly growing in his chest, inch by inch, consuming him.

Right now, everything was going according to his plan.

If all went well, he could escape this nightmarish stronghold that night and return to the ordinary world, living a normal life once again.

However, for some unknown reason, he had a vague sense of foreboding.

He furrowed his brows in deep thought. No matter what, he must make a successful escape from here that night.

Glancing at his watch, it was nearly two in the morning, the time when the island's guard was at its most lax.

It was time for him to take action!

Time for an intense battle.

Cayden led a group of more than ten people to break through the encirclement. These people had all crawled out of hell, being imprisoned here for many years. To survive, they had to engage in bloody plunder. They were treated like beasts, not to mention being subjected to various forms of torture. These people had long wanted to rebel and escape!

Under the instigation of Cayden, they were promised their freedom once the task was accomplished. Holding onto this seemingly unattainable dream, coupled with their admiration for this man's usual tact and ability, they were stirred by his decision and were itching to act. In the end, they decided to join him in this big endeavor.

Everywhere on the island, everywhere one looked, there was nothing but shocking bloodshed.

Gunfire erupted across the island, accompanied by towering flames and deafening explosions, illuminating the pitch-black night sky as bright as day!

It was an extremely intense battle.

In the end, out of the dozens of rebels, only three remained—Finn Schwart, Wren Quiller, Raymond Litt, and Cayden. They were all severely injured.

A bullet had hit Cayden's left arm, but there was simply no time to tend to the wound.

He quickly bandaged it up, then hurried off to his destination.

By the time the group finally arrived at the secret small airport on the island, they were shocked to discover countless mercenaries in camouflage, all aiming their heavy machine guns at them.

When the group saw Gale Sparks trembling and cowering at Rosalita's feet, they immediately understood. It was Gale, the traitor, who had betrayed them!

The other three glared intensely at Gale, their gazes so fierce as if they wished they could tear him into a thousand pieces.

A woman, adorned in extravagant attire and had a rose mark on her forehead, was languidly seated on a chaise longue. She looked at Cayden and his companions with disdain. She was none other than Rosalita.

This woman appeared to be under forty years old.

She adored roses, and everyone there must respectfully address her as Mdm. Rosalita.

She was the decision-maker on that island, holding the power of life and death over everyone. Despite her stunning beauty, she was as venomous as a viper.

All the perverse penal codes and terrifying tortures within the island were devised by this woman.

Almost everyone, harbored both fear and hatred toward her.

Meanwhile, standing next to her was Cassie, who had been knocked unconscious by Cayden.

At that moment, Cassie was staring intently at Cayden with eyes filled with a sense of being betrayed— brimming with hurt, pain, and hatred!

“What a splendid evening, such an entertaining show,” Rosalita said. Even though she was smiling, her eyes were cold and ruthless. “Cassie, is this the man you've set your heart on?”

Cassie bit her lip hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes...”

“How useless. Two years, and you still can't even secure a man!”

Rosalita huffed, gracefully rising from the chaise longue. She coldly commanded her people, “Seize these three for me. I will personally behead them and hang their skulls on the flagpole for a month. I want everyone on the island to know the fate of those who dare to oppose me!”

At that moment, Cayden suddenly ripped open his trench coat, revealing a bundle of explosives strapped around his waist.

He glanced at Rosalita and instructed icily, “Have your people step back!”

Those were the latest type of explosives developed by Moranta. Just a spark was enough to obliterate half of a small island.

Upon seeing that, Rosalita's mercenaries hurriedly retreated.

Yet, Rosalita was not scared at all. She boldly walked up to Cayden, sneering in mockery, “Oh? Do you want to perish together with me? Brat, you're still too naive and simply not qualified...”

No sooner had Rosalita finished speaking than Cayden suddenly grabbed her by the neck, pulled out a gun, and pressed it directly against her temple...