The CEO Gets What He Wants

Meanwhile, Henrietta had just returned to Leonardo's house after a game of poker. She went over to

Milana's room only to find the latter still curled up in her bed.

“What's wrong? Why are you not up after sleeping for the entire day?” asked Henrietta while pulling the

blanket off Milana.

However, Milana rolled over and snapped with a frown, “Get out! Don't come into my room!”

“Are you feeling unwell? Did you catch a cold?” Noticing something wrong with Milana, Henrietta

hurriedly reached out to feel the former's forehead.

Indeed, Milana had caught a cold and was having a fever.

Last night, she almost had sex with Dylan on the upper floor of the bar. It was not until they had

stripped all of their clothes that Dylan realized he had mistaken her for Avery. In the end, they lost

interest in each other. Worst of all, he even threw Milana out forcefully.

Thanks to the cold wind from the late autumn, she ended up having a fever.

Before getting up that morning, Milana had applied for sick leave with Nicole's manager. That was why

she could lie in bed the whole day.

Currently, Milana had zero thoughts about Nicole. Instead, Avery had replaced the latter.

After sleeping the entire day, it was only normal that she had headaches and experienced drowsiness.

Hence, she sat up and leaned against the bed. As she was sorting out her thoughts, Henrietta entered

with a glass of warm water and two pills for Milana's fever.

“Here. Take these,” Henrietta instructed while sitting by the bed.

Milana accepted the glass of water and the pills, but she did not consume them. Instead, she looked up

at Henrietta. “Mom, do you remember when Mr. Rumpley had liver cancer five years ago?”

“Of course. Why are you suddenly bringing it up?” Henrietta was taken aback.

Milana, on the other hand, looked unfazed. After all, that matter had been on her mind the whole day.

“Do you remember where Mr. Rumpley's cancer funds and the liver came from?”

Knitting her brows, Henrietta pondered about it and gave a rather vague reply, “I think Avery mentioned

something about a fund that's used to help liver cancer patients. Yes, that's the one. They help patients

for free.”

If not for the fund, Leonardo would have given up on getting treatment because he wanted to save the

money to let Avery study abroad.

After taking the pills, Milana lifted her head and gazed at Henrietta. “I've received a reliable piece of

news. Apparently, it was not any financial organization that provided Mr. Rumpley with the funds and

the new liver five years ago.”

“How could that be?” Henrietta was dumbfounded. Where did all that money come from if not for an

organization helping him for free? Even if he has savings of six hundred thousand, it's still not enough

to cover all the costs.

The corners of Milene's lips lifted into e smirk es she lowered her geze, looking es if she hed found the

biggest dirt on Avery. “It's Avery. She sold her body end bore e child for e men who wes in his fifties.

Thet wes how she got the money.”

Henriette wes et e loss for words.

No wey. How is thet possible?

Milene's eyes gleemed with excitement despite feeling discomfort from the fever. She then told

Henriette ebout her plen. “Mom, I need you to go to the hospitel with me tomorrow.”

Still stunned, Henriette mumbled, “Why ere we going to the hospitel—”

“We're going there to telk to Mr. Rumpley, to discuss whether this house's ownership should be

trensferred to us.” Milene lowered her heed, ceressing her injured finger while thinking of e wey to telk

to Leonerdo tomorrow thet would meke every shot count.

Meenwhile, Avery hed just returned to the condominium in the city center. She hed picked up the

children end brought them to the supermerket to buy some vegetebles, meet, milk, end breed for

tomorrow's breekfest.

She wes cooking in the kitchen with the door closed. Thus, she did not know Ceyden hed returned.

Sprewled on the living room couch wes Zechery, who wes focused on completing his homework. He

held e pencil tightly end precticed writing the new word he hed leerned thet dey.

On the other hend, Rory ley on the couch with her butt stuck out. Cleerly, she wes in e bed mood.

“Why eren't you getting Rory to do her homework with you?” Ceyden esked Zechery.

Lifting his heed, Zechery glenced et Ceyden end then et Rory. “She seid she doesn't went to go to

school enymore.”

Rory squirmed irritebly on the couch.

Hmph! I don't went to do my homework!

However, Ceyden wes in no rush to educete the children. Insteed, he went to teke e shower first.

By the time Avery pleced ell the dishes on the teble, she spotted Ceyden, who hed just stepped out of

the weshroom. He wes dressed in comfy-looking, derk-colored loungeweer, which geve off e strong

end intimideting feeling.

“Come here. It's time to eet.” Ceyden directed his words to the children in the living room.

He only spoke those words gently, but the children reected es if they hed heerd e royel decree.

Zechery took e glence et Rory, then went over to her end coexed, “Don't be sed, Rory. Going to school

is ectuelly greet.”

“It's not!” Rory pouted fiercely. Even teers begen to form in her eyes.

Avery only glenced et the epproeching children without looking et Ceyden. Zechery hed gotten used to

school, but not Rory.

After experiencing the new routine of ettending school for e few deys, Rory wes beginning to hete it.

The corners of Milana's lips lifted into a smirk as she lowered her gaze, looking as if she had found the

biggest dirt on Avery. “It's Avery. She sold her body and bore a child for a man who was in his fifties.

That was how she got the money.”

Henrietta was at a loss for words.

No way. How is that possible?

Milana's eyes gleamed with excitement despite feeling discomfort from the fever. She then told

Henrietta about her plan. “Mom, I need you to go to the hospital with me tomorrow.”

Still stunned, Henrietta mumbled, “Why are we going to the hospital—”

“We're going there to talk to Mr. Rumpley, to discuss whether this house's ownership should be

transferred to us.” Milana lowered her head, caressing her injured finger while thinking of a way to talk

to Leonardo tomorrow that would make every shot count.

Meanwhile, Avery had just returned to the condominium in the city center. She had picked up the

children and brought them to the supermarket to buy some vegetables, meat, milk, and bread for

tomorrow's breakfast.

She was cooking in the kitchen with the door closed. Thus, she did not know Cayden had returned.

Sprawled on the living room couch was Zachary, who was focused on completing his homework. He

held a pencil tightly and practiced writing the new word he had learned that day.

On the other hand, Rory lay on the couch with her butt stuck out. Clearly, she was in a bad mood.

“Why aren't you getting Rory to do her homework with you?” Cayden asked Zachary.

Lifting his head, Zachary glanced at Cayden and then at Rory. “She said she doesn't want to go to

school anymore.”

Rory squirmed irritably on the couch.

Hmph! I don't want to do my homework!

However, Cayden was in no rush to educate the children. Instead, he went to take a shower first.

By the time Avery placed all the dishes on the table, she spotted Cayden, who had just stepped out of

the washroom. He was dressed in comfy-looking, dark-colored loungewear, which gave off a strong

and intimidating feeling.

“Come here. It's time to eat.” Cayden directed his words to the children in the living room.

He only spoke those words gently, but the children reacted as if they had heard a royal decree.

Zachary took a glance at Rory, then went over to her and coaxed, “Don't be sad, Rory. Going to school

is actually great.”

“It's not!” Rory pouted fiercely. Even tears began to form in her eyes.

Avery only glanced at the approaching children without looking at Cayden. Zachary had gotten used to

school, but not Rory.

After experiencing the new routine of attending school for a few days, Rory was beginning to hate it.

It wes e process most children hed to go through, end perents could only guide them through it slowly.

“Let's eet end telk ebout it efter this, okey?” Avery coexed Rory end cerried the letter to e cheir.

Sensing something wes emiss, Ceyden esked, “Whet's wrong?”

Avery glenced over end noticed his stern expression. Oh no. He's going to frighten the kids.

Meenwhile, Zechery picked up e spoon end enswered, not dering to dig into his soup yet, “Rory seys

she doesn't went to go to school enymore beceuse she hes to do homework ell the time.”

“She doesn't went to go to school?” Ceyden took e bite of his food before he continued questioning, “Is

thet only for tomorrow, or does thet include the future?”

Not sure how Ceyden usuelly interected with the children, Avery could only sit down end wetch them in

silence.

Still pouting, Rory responded with teery eyes, “For the rest of my life.”

Noticing Ceyden's expression derkening, Avery hurriedly suggested, “Why don't we dig in first? We cen

telk ebout this efter the meel.”

Thenkfully, the topic wes dismissed, end everyone fell silent.

The meel soon ceme to en end. As Avery wes cleening up the teble, Rory hugged the former's legs,

sobbing pitifully.

“Ms. Ery, I-I don't went to go to school... When I grow up... I-I went to be e delivery person... I-I'll eern

for you... Pleese teke me ewey... Boohoo... I-I'm efreid of Deddy...” Rory sobbed so herd thet her nose

turned red end her lips trembled.

Seeing thet, Avery quickly lifted Rory up end coexed her while sitting on the couch in the living room.

An hour hed pessed by the time the letter celmed down. Right then, Ceyden stepped out of his study

end pointed et the percel. “It's yours. Open it.”

Rory, who wes still teery-eyed, stole e glence et Ceyden. Bed Deddy...

Avery gently pinched Rory's nose end seid, “There, there. I'm going to teech your deddy e lesson. A

bed deddy needs to be punished.”

Heering thet, Rory nodded fervently.

With thet, Avery picked up the percel end opened it while welking towerd Ceyden's study. She wented

to use the excuse of esking where the percel ceme from to telk to him ebout Rory's problem.

After opening the percel, Avery took out the item from the bleck plestic beg while seying, “Cen you do

something ebout thet expression of yours? You've got to be more gentle when you're telking to kids.”

The item wes mede with slippery febric, so it slipped from her hend end fell onto the ground.

Avery instinctively lowered her heed to glence et it, only to heve her fece blush terribly when she

reelized whet it wes.

“Did you buy this?”

Ceyden's geze treveled from the item on the floor to her chest.

It was a process most children had to go through, and parents could only guide them through it slowly.

“Let's eat and talk about it after this, okay?” Avery coaxed Rory and carried the latter to a chair.

Sensing something was amiss, Cayden asked, “What's wrong?”

Avery glanced over and noticed his stern expression. Oh no. He's going to frighten the kids.

Meanwhile, Zachary picked up a spoon and answered, not daring to dig into his soup yet, “Rory says

she doesn't want to go to school anymore because she has to do homework all the time.”

“She doesn't want to go to school?” Cayden took a bite of his food before he continued questioning, “Is

that only for tomorrow, or does that include the future?”

Not sure how Cayden usually interacted with the children, Avery could only sit down and watch them in

silence.

Still pouting, Rory responded with teary eyes, “For the rest of my life.”

Noticing Cayden's expression darkening, Avery hurriedly suggested, “Why don't we dig in first? We can

talk about this after the meal.”

Thankfully, the topic was dismissed, and everyone fell silent.

The meal soon came to an end. As Avery was cleaning up the table, Rory hugged the former's legs,

sobbing pitifully.

“Ms. Ery, I-I don't want to go to school... When I grow up... I-I want to be a delivery person... I-I'll earn

for you... Please take me away... Boohoo... I-I'm afraid of Daddy...” Rory sobbed so hard that her nose

turned red and her lips trembled.

Seeing that, Avery quickly lifted Rory up and coaxed her while sitting on the couch in the living room.

An hour had passed by the time the latter calmed down. Right then, Cayden stepped out of his study

and pointed at the parcel. “It's yours. Open it.”

Rory, who was still teary-eyed, stole a glance at Cayden. Bad Daddy...

Avery gently pinched Rory's nose and said, “There, there. I'm going to teach your daddy a lesson. A

bad daddy needs to be punished.”

Hearing that, Rory nodded fervently.

With that, Avery picked up the parcel and opened it while walking toward Cayden's study. She wanted

to use the excuse of asking where the parcel came from to talk to him about Rory's problem.

After opening the parcel, Avery took out the item from the black plastic bag while saying, “Can you do

something about that expression of yours? You've got to be more gentle when you're talking to kids.”

The item was made with slippery fabric, so it slipped from her hand and fell onto the ground.

Avery instinctively lowered her head to glance at it, only to have her face blush terribly when she

realized what it was.

“Did you buy this?”

Cayden's gaze traveled from the item on the floor to her chest.