The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 653 Clearly Related By Blood

Despite William's earnest efforts to present himself as kind-hearted, the unmistakable aura of authority stemming

from his lengthy tenure in office remained palpable.

As soon as Avery laid eyes on him, a faint sense of trepidation crept into her heart. Perhaps it was the effect of his

stern countenance, which seldom graced the world with a smile.

She couldn't help but move closer to Claire.

Claire thought that William had frightened Avery and gave him a disapproving glance.

Then, she took Avery's hand, guiding her to sit next to her. “Ery, sit here. There's no need to be so formal at my

house. Just treat it like your own home.”

George was dressed very formally that day, and he seemed to be in a good mood. His eyes were bright, too.

He kept smiling at Avery. Pointing to the seat next to him, he said to Claire, “Claire, let Ery sit next to me. I enjoy

chatting with the young ones.”

Ever since George found out that Avery was his biological granddaughter, he had been looking forward to meeting

her every day.

Even without undergoing a DNA test, anyone who gazed at the young woman's face, which strikingly resembled

Claire's, could easily discern the unmistakable bond between mother and daughter. No one would ever question

their relationship.

Today, after much effort, George's daughter-in-law finally managed to invite her over to their home. Early in the

morning, George hurried over from the Moore residence just to meet his granddaughter.

“It doesn't matter where you sit. We're just having a meal. Why all the fuss?” Fiona said, her face showing clear

discomfort.

The memory of the past incident, when she had given Avery a hard time because of Nicole, lingered vividly in her

mind.

She initially thought the young woman was her granddaughter's love rival and had spent quite some time mocking

and belittling her. But to her surprise, the girl turned out to be her biological granddaughter.

Nevertheless, she hesitated to readily acknowledge this newfound granddaughter until the DNA test results were

officially confirmed. Her past experience with the fake granddaughter, Evangeline, had made her cautious and

wary.

To be honest, Fiona didn't feel particularly fond of Avery. Her demeanor was aggressive and straightforward, and

her stubborn nature was hard to overlook. Unlike Nicole, who exuded gentleness and could sweet talk, Avery was

quite different. Deep down, Fiona's heart leaned more toward her granddaughter, Nicole.

Nicole wrapped her arms around Fiona's arm, sweetly saying, “Grandma, my sister is an honored guest today. Let

her sit wherever she wants.”

Avery knew that Fiona didn't like her.

Noticing a tinge of displeasure on Fiona's face, Avery made a conscious decision to take a seat beside Claire. With

an apologetic tone, she turned to George and said, “Grandpa, I'll just sit next to Claire. I promise I'll come over and

chat with you when I have some free time.”

At that moment, a sense of awkwardness washed over Avery. She realized that her hasty decision to follow Claire to

the Lambert residence was driven by the desire to escape Allie's harassment.

Even though she knew Claire was her biological mother, the current situation was far from ideal. It didn't seem right

for her to move into someone else's home so blatantly.

She furrowed her brow, contemplating whether she should leave or not.

“Sure. It's up to you.” Upon hearing Avery call him her grandfather, even though he knew it was just a term of

respect, George was still overjoyed.

The two young people by the dining table were curiously staring at Avery.

The man looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, radiating exceptional handsomeness and

charisma. His presence exuded an air of effortless elegance, combined with a hint of scholarly sophistication.

Conversely, the woman seemed to be around twenty-two or twenty-three years old. Her features might not have fit

the conventional standards of delicacy, but what she lacked in conventional beauty, she more than made up for

with a distinctive and spirited aura.

Upon noticing Avery's gaze on them, they withdrew their scrutinizing looks, nodded at Avery, and offered her a

friendly smile.

With enthusiasm, Claire introduced the two young individuals to Avery. “These two are Nicole's cousins, Luther

Lambert and Heather Lambert. They are siblings, and Luther's the older one. Luther currently works in the

Department of Foreign Affairs as a deputy minister, and Heather is still pursuing her Ph.D. She studies Remdikian

and often works part-time as a Remdikian interpreter.”

“Hello, my name is Heather.” She introduced herself with a warm smile. “My aunt often talks about you, praising

your exceptional qualities. And now that I have finally met you in person, I can see what she meant. You truly have

a captivating aura. You're also quite attractive!” Heather was a straightforward and outgoing girl, unafraid to

express her thoughts openly. With her carefree nature, she extended her hand toward Avery in a friendly gesture.

Even though Heather and Claire were not mother and daughter, they shared a great relationship. Claire often

treated Heather like she was her own daughter, sharing everything with her.

Just a few days ago, Heather overheard her aunt mentioning that her long-lost biological daughter had been

discovered. The news had filled her with an unparalleled sense of excitement.

Though she had found it difficult to believe at first, today's meeting with Avery, who her aunt had brought back to

the Lambert family, finally confirmed the truth of her words.

Indeed, Avery's appearance greatly resembled her aunt's.

Blushing slightly, Avery shook Heather's hand, feeling a tad embarrassed by the praise. “Oh, Claire tends to

exaggerate,” she replied modestly. “I'm not as exceptional as she makes me out to be. But I must say, your

achievements are truly impressive. Becoming an interpreter at such a young age is quite remarkable.”

Glancing once again at Luther, Avery couldn't help but marvel at the outstanding siblings before her. One was

remarkably young, yet was a deputy minister at the Department of Foreign Affairs. The other, at such a tender age,

had already embarked on a journey to pursue a Ph.D. and was gracefully handling the highly demanding role of

interpretation.

In the presence of such accomplished siblings, Nicole seemed overshadowed.

Although Avery and Heather had never met before, they hit it off immediately and chatted away.

Every now and then, Luther would interject a few words. Although he didn't speak much, his comments were

incredibly witty and humorous, causing the whole table to burst into laughter. Even William, who was not fond of

laughing, had a slight smile on his lips.

Nicole wanted to join the conversation, but as they continued to talk, the topics shifted to philosophy, economics,

and aesthetics. She found herself unable to interject, left with no choice but to sip her juice vigorously, using it as a

cover for her embarrassment.

The food was served soon, a feast for the eyes with its vibrant colors, stirring up a hearty appetite.

What surprised Avery was that the dishes laid out in front of her were all of her favorites.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Claire.

Claire took off her apron, her smile unusually kind. “Ery, most of the dishes today were made by someone else, but

the few dishes in front of you were made by me. My cooking skills are not superb, and I'm not sure if you'll like

them. Why don't you give them a try and see if they suit your taste?”

In truth, she had secretly researched everything about Avery's preferences, including her favorite foods. Therefore,

she had specially prepared some dishes that Avery loved.

All she could think was, This girl is too thin; it's heartbreaking.

Maintaining his composed demeanor, William picked up a piece of mushroom and meat, placing it delicately on the

plate before Avery. With gentle concern, he offered his advice. “You should eat a little more, my dear. Being too thin

isn't good for your health...”

Avery's response was a blend of complex emotions as she savored a bite of the dish William had served her. A faint

choked-up feeling washed over her, but she managed to smile and express her gratitude, saying, “Mmm, thank

you. The food is absolutely delicious.”

Claire and William wore smiles on their faces, looking at Avery with affection. Both of them felt extremely content.

In the remote, mountainous outskirts of Mocset, a breathtakingly beautiful and statuesque woman entered a

modestly furnished room, accompanied by a man who was wearing a white lab coat with a mask covering his face

and carrying a medical kit.

Her pupils fixed on an indiscernible speck of light on the wall, and for a moment, she seemed lost in thought. After

about five seconds, a sudden turn of events occurred—the floor beneath them split open, revealing a concealed,

finely crafted stone staircase that led deep underground.

The two individuals descended the staircase and arrived in a dim room.

The interior of the room was vast, and the decor was incredibly lavish and grand.

As the door swung open, the scene revealed a handsome, slender man lying on the bed. His head was securely

wrapped in a thick bandage, and he lay motionless and unconscious. His deathly pale complexion suggested an

absence of life and movement, leaving a sense of unease in the air.

Despite his current state of unconsciousness and pallor, one couldn't help but notice the remarkable features that

distinguished his face.