The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 690

Chapter 690 Ghostly Figure Hastens To The Deck

During the banquet, Avery, Heather, Cal, and Vivian all drank yogurt.

Avery was exceptionally good at taking care of others, especially Vivian. This left Vivian feeling a bit overwhelmed by her attentiveness.

Apart from her older brother, no one had ever treated her this well.

So, she kept on smiling at Avery, a shy and bashful smile. Even though her smile made her look even more unattractive, she never stopped smiling.

Vivian thought Avery was truly a wonderful person. She was beautiful, gentle, and had a knack for understanding others.

Even though she was several years older than Avery, in her presence, she felt like she had become the younger sister who was being taken care of.

During the meal, Vivian took two brocade boxes from her bag and pushed them toward Avery and Heather. “Avery, Heather, this is our first meeting, and I wasn't sure what you would like, so I bought you two small gifts. I picked them out myself, I hope you like them.”

The brocade box opened to reveal two pieces of exceptional Grade AAA emerald with floating flower patterns. One was a bracelet, and the other was a necklace.

Avery didn't quite understand the value of emeralds, but Heather, who had a keen understanding of emeralds, could tell at a glance that these emeralds were quite valuable, worth at least a million to start

with.

She whispered a few words into Avery's ear.

Avery was taken aback for a moment, then gently pushed the gift back toward Vivian. “This gift is too valuable. We appreciate your sentiment, but we cannot accept this gift.”

“Avery, don't you like this gift? I'm sorry, I... I didn't know what you would like...” Vivian nervously twisted her fingers, looking particularly upset.

Avery couldn't help but glance at Taron, unsure whether to accept or not.

Taron sat there, waving his hand at them, “This is Vivian's thoughtfulness. When she found out you were coming to Mocset, she started preparing. The gifts aren't worth much, so please accept them.”

Heather couldn't help but grumble to herself. A rich tycoon, indeed. He's treating million-dollar emeralds as if they're nothing. My heart is practically trembling at the sight of these treasures!

Avery really couldn't refuse any longer, so she had no choice but to accept Vivian's gift. She thought to herself how polite and considerate Vivian was. When Vivian would go to Ackleton, she would return the favor with two gifts.

They continued to enjoy the food.

It was rather spicy, causing Sid to break out in a sweat from the heat of the chili peppers.

Vivian attempted to wipe his sweat with a wet wipe, but he brushed her off. Instead, he insisted that the

beautiful waitress with fair skin, stunning looks, and long legs standing nearby hand him a tissue.

Given Taron's presence, Sid didn't dare to act too recklessly. Of course, he wouldn't dare to let the waiter personally wipe his sweat. However, his eyes had undeniably roamed over every waitress in the room.

Avery felt that Sid was being too excessive, but given the circumstances, she found it inappropriate to confront him directly.

She straightforwardly toasted a glass of wine to Taron, “Mr. Taron, I want to ask about my husband. Cayden disappeared without a trace after he came to Mocset to meet you two years ago. I've never believed that he's dead, I believe he's still alive and well. Do you have any clues about his whereabouts?”

Taron downed the wine handed over by Avery in one hearty gulp.

Then, he slowly said, “I'm truly sorry about what happened to Cayden. I never expected such a misfortune to occur on my turf, let alone the fact that he had enemies in Mocset. According to my investigation, Cayden's attack is related to a killer organization called 'Dark River'. This organization is infamous in Eastern Epea, devoid of any morality. As long as you pay them, they can do anything you want, including slaughtering the old, weak, women, and children. However, Rupert, the helmsman of the Dark River, is extremely cunning and elusive. His whereabouts are a mystery, and even his training base is shrouded in fog. The Remdikian government and the Central Intelligence Agency have been investigating for over a decade, but they still haven't found his lair... Ms. Rumpley, do you understand Cayden's usual interpersonal relationships? Do you know who exactly wants to kill him?”

“Roderick Fuller!” Avery spat out these two words with a hint of hatred. “Although I don't know why he wants to harm my husband for now. I've been investigating in the country for a while, but that man's background is too mysterious, I couldn't find out anything, nor did I find any concrete evidence of him plotting against my husband. But my intuition tells me, he's definitely involved in this matter.”

Taron stroked his chin, his blue eyes gleaming with thoughtful light. “No matter who the culprit is, since you've come to Mocset, I will do my utmost to ensure the safety of you and your child. I greatly admire Cayden for his courage and wisdom, it's just a pity that he left after our brief encounter. But rest assured, since his disappearance is confirmed to be related to Dark River, we will eventually trace the clues to find his whereabouts.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taron, for all your help during this time,” Avery sincerely said.

She, who seldom drank, emptied the liquid in the tall glass completely.

Taron looked at Avery approvingly and said, “During this period, it's best if you don't wander around aimlessly or blindly search for Cayden. The people from Dark River are everywhere and they're good at hiding. I'm worried that if they find out you've come to Mocset, they might target you and Cal. If you want to go shopping, let me know in advance. I can have Vivian take you to my mall. My people are there and they can ensure your safety.”

Given Taron's presence, Sid didn't dare to act too recklessly. Of course, he wouldn't dare to let the waiter personally wipe his sweat. However, his eyes had undeniably roamed over every waitress in the room.

Avery gratefully nodded her head, expressing her thanks to Taron once again. However, after their conversation, she found herself even more worried about Cayden's situation.

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“No, Ms. Richter doesn't seem to hove on oppetite. She's been refusing to eot. I brought her breokfost todoy, but she lost her temper, threw oll the food on the floor, ond told me to get out!” The moid comploined to Xonder, genuinely thinking thot he must be blind to hove token o liking to Nino, who wos not only overoge-looking but olso hod o volotile temper.

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Avery gratefully nodded her head, expressing her thanks to Taron once again. However, after their conversation, she found herself even more worried about Cayden's situation.

If Cayden really fell into the hands of Dark River, an organization as brutal and inhumane as they are, wouldn't his situation be extremely tragic and difficult?

Meanwhile, at Presrial Ocean, on the azure expanse of the sea, an extremely luxurious cruise ship was leisurely sailing.

The man was young and strikingly handsome, with a bewitchingly beautiful face that could astonish the heavens.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts. His eight-pack abs were solidly built, shimmering enticingly under the sunlight.

He climbed onto the ship from the sea, and quickly a maid brought him a water-absorbing towel, draping it over him. “Mr. Gibson.”

The maid's face flushed as she gazed at the handsome man.

His disheveled hair, damp and clinging to his cheeks, coupled with his excessively handsome face, far from appearing messy, exuded a lethal charm. Especially his body, which could rival that of a top male model, was enough to make anyone lose control and want to scream.

As Xander dried his hair, he headed toward the bedroom on the cruise ship. “Is she still sleeping?”

The maid followed him closely, whispering, “Ms. Richter just woke up. She said she wants to go to the deck for some fresh air...”

“Has she eaten?”

“No, Ms. Richter doesn't seem to have an appetite. She's been refusing to eat. I brought her breakfast today, but she lost her temper, threw all the food on the floor, and told me to get out!” The maid complained to Xander, genuinely thinking that he must be blind to have taken a liking to Nina, who was not only average-looking but also had a volatile temper.

Xander raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

He despised noisy women, and he loathed gossipy ones even more. It seemed unnecessary to keep this maid any longer.

The maid was blissfully unaware that she had already struck a nerve in Xander as she continued to prattle about Nina's shortcomings.

At that moment, a terrified scream from a woman suddenly echoed from the deck.

Nina?

A chill ran through Xander's heart, prompting him to quicken his pace. Like a ghost, his figure dashed toward the deck at an astonishing speed...