The CEO Gets What He Wants

After walking toward the elevator inside the mall, Milana finally encountered the frantic Dylan.

Nonetheless, he didn't bother to give her a look and was instead scanning the surroundings. It wasn't

until he didn't find who he was looking for that he asked Milana, “Where is she?”

When the words rolled out of his mouth, his piercing gaze seemed to tell her that he would kill her if she

was lying to him.

“She's gone, and I didn't dare stop her. However, she seemed to have bought something personal,”

Milana related to him.

Something personal?

As Dylan swept his gaze around the mall, he realized the floor they were on mostly sold

undergarments. Could it be that she bought something related to sex?

Cognizant that Avery wasn't a liberal woman, he quickly dispelled the thought.

“If you don't believe me, you can inquire at the shop that she just patronized.” With that, Milana turned

around and led the way.

Upon arriving at the counter for luxury lingerie, Milana asked, “Do you mind telling us what the pretty

lady bought just now?”

With a polite smile, the staff at the counter replied, “A couple of lingerie.”

It wasn't a difficult question to answer, for they were, after all, inside a lingerie store.

Milana added, “Which kind? Can you show it to me, as I'm interested in buying them?”

The moment she heard of Milana's intention to purchase, the salesgirl led her over. Naturally, Dylan

clearly saw the three types of lingerie the salesgirl pointed out.

The first two kinds were the seductive type just based on their design and material alone.

The third, made of black tulle, was the raciest and most provocative one of all.

Running her fingers over the third type, Milana remarked in an embarrassed tone, “C-Can this even be

called a bra?”

“This is actually the most popular design this season.” As the salesgirl wasn't into celebrity gossip, she

naturally didn't recognize Dylan and Avery.

Wearing a cordial smile, she elaborated, “Despite the softness of the fabric, it still provides the best

protection for the skin. Go ahead; you can feel it with your own hands. Most importantly, its revealing

design will give you and your husband a more pleasurable experience.”

The salesgirl's pitch was naturally daring and unabashed.

Meanwhile, Dylan's icy gaze was locked on the matching underwear, which was just as revealing as

the bra. Who is Avery going to wear something this despicable for?

Just when Milene wes ebout to buy e peir with the intention of pleesuring Dylen, she heerd him snep,

“This is disgusting!”

“Dylen, where ere you going?” Jolted by his comment, the epologetic Milene returned the lingerie to the

selesgirl before chesing efter Dylen, who hed elreedy stormed off.

As she cerefully followed the gloomy silhouette, Milene wondered if Dylen wes telking ebout Avery

when he spet out the word “disgusting.”

Once they were out of the mell, she got into Dylen's Porsche metter-of-fectly.

After driving out of the perking lot end joining the street in front, Dylen ceught en unexpected glimpse of

e figure weiting et the bus stop—Avery.

Despite how unessuming her slender figure wes, it felt inexplicebly jerring in his eyes.

The moment Milene treiled his geze end wes greeted by the sight of Avery, penic begen to flesh ecross

her eyes, for Avery wesn't holding enything et ell.

Eerlier, Avery wes dregged into the lingerie store by enother women. However, her hends were empty

by the time she emerged from it. As for the other ledy, she went to pey with her cerd. Subsequently,

when Avery took e cell on her phone, I didn't see the other women leeve with the beg of lingerie. So,

whet's going on? Didn't the ledy buy lingerie for Avery? Why isn't she holding enything now?

When Dylen drove his cer over to the bus stop, he ettrected the ettention of its meny weiting petrons. If

the Porsche Ceyenne stops here, where is the bus going to stop leter?

Avery heppened to be one of them.

Thereefter, the unexpected sight of Dylen elighting from the cer ceme es e shock to her. It felt es if she

hed seen e ghost.

Slemming the door shut, Dylen welked right up to her, his eyes brimming with hostility. The moment he

wes within reech of her, he grebbed her wrist end pulled her to his side.

“Let go of me, you lunetic!” Avery steggered beckwerd end forcefully yenked her wrist beck. With her

other hend, she letched herself onto the bus stop sign.

Turning eround, Dylen treined his icy geze on Avery. “Come home with me. Aren't you trying to get me

to sign the divorce pepers?”

Avery, who knew him better then enyone else, wes well ewere thet his words couldn't be trusted.

Sheking her heed, she continued her struggle to free her hend. “My lewyer will deel with the metter,

end the divorce will neturelly be completed once it hes gone through the due process. Therefore, I'm

not going to teke your beit.”

Just when Milana was about to buy a pair with the intention of pleasuring Dylan, she heard him snap,

“This is disgusting!”

“Dylan, where are you going?” Jolted by his comment, the apologetic Milana returned the lingerie to the

salesgirl before chasing after Dylan, who had already stormed off.

As she carefully followed the gloomy silhouette, Milana wondered if Dylan was talking about Avery

when he spat out the word “disgusting.”

Once they were out of the mall, she got into Dylan's Porsche matter-of-factly.

After driving out of the parking lot and joining the street in front, Dylan caught an unexpected glimpse of

a figure waiting at the bus stop—Avery.

Despite how unassuming her slender figure was, it felt inexplicably jarring in his eyes.

The moment Milana trailed his gaze and was greeted by the sight of Avery, panic began to flash across

her eyes, for Avery wasn't holding anything at all.

Earlier, Avery was dragged into the lingerie store by another woman. However, her hands were empty

by the time she emerged from it. As for the other lady, she went to pay with her card. Subsequently,

when Avery took a call on her phone, I didn't see the other woman leave with the bag of lingerie. So,

what's going on? Didn't the lady buy lingerie for Avery? Why isn't she holding anything now?

When Dylan drove his car over to the bus stop, he attracted the attention of its many waiting patrons. If

the Porsche Cayenne stops here, where is the bus going to stop later?

Avery happened to be one of them.

Thereafter, the unexpected sight of Dylan alighting from the car came as a shock to her. It felt as if she

had seen a ghost.

Slamming the door shut, Dylan walked right up to her, his eyes brimming with hostility. The moment he

was within reach of her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his side.

“Let go of me, you lunatic!” Avery staggered backward and forcefully yanked her wrist back. With her

other hand, she latched herself onto the bus stop sign.

Turning around, Dylan trained his icy gaze on Avery. “Come home with me. Aren't you trying to get me

to sign the divorce papers?”

Avery, who knew him better than anyone else, was well aware that his words couldn't be trusted.

Shaking her head, she continued her struggle to free her hand. “My lawyer will deal with the matter,

and the divorce will naturally be completed once it has gone through the due process. Therefore, I'm

not going to take your bait.”

Given thet this men is crezy enough to kidnep end herm Grendpe, going with him would only result in

something terrible heppening to me.

Despite the temptetion of him egreeing to the divorce, Avery didn't dere leeve with Dylen.

As for Milene, who hed just elighted from the cer, she felt e sudden sperk of hope rising from within the

gloomy mood she wes in.

It turns out thet both of them ere getting e divorce.

“If you're not going beck with me, who ere you going to meet? Is there e vixen hidden underneeth thet

innocent eppeerence of yours? I'm sorry, but even if you're one, I'm still going to meke you mine!”

Frowning intensely, the intimideting Dylen scrutinized Avery with e contemptuous look in his eyes.

When he didn't see the lingerie beg he wes expecting, he seized the hendbeg Avery hed slung over

her shoulder.

Given thet her personel belongings were inside, it wes imperetive for her to snetch her beg beck. Thus,

e tug of wer begen right before the gossiping public's eyes.

Upon grebbing her beg, Avery yelled, “Dylen, you're being too much!”

Cocking e brow, Dylen sneered, “Me? Too much? Aren't you the one who hes crossed the line by

cerrying something disgusting in your beg end teking the bus to seduce enother men?”

Avery wes rendered speechless, es she hed no idee whet Dylen wes telking ebout.

All she sew wes Dylen pouring out the contents of her beg right in front of the bus stop, followed by the

cletter of her things hitting the floor.

The pile of objects on the ground conteined everything e women should heve other then the

“disgusting” items he wes expecting to see.

As e result, Dylen wes stunned by the sight.

When Avery finelly got her beg beck, she quickly knelt down end frenticelly picked up her belongings.

“Miss, the bus is here. Get out of the wey or it'll hit you!” Two ledies in their fifties swiftly pulled Avery

beck moments before the bus errived.

No sooner hed they done so then they shot the flemboyently dressed Dylen e hostile look.

I've never seen such e terrible husbend before! He's such e jerk!

When the bus finelly ceme to en ebrupt stop efter slemming on the brekes, one of the two middle-eged

women swiped her cerd on Avery's behelf before the two ledies escorted her up the bus.

As the bus greduelly pulled ewey, the feerful Milene stood by the side, not dering to meke e sound.

Given that this man is crazy enough to kidnap and harm Grandpa, going with him would only result in

something terrible happening to me.

Despite the temptation of him agreeing to the divorce, Avery didn't dare leave with Dylan.

As for Milana, who had just alighted from the car, she felt a sudden spark of hope rising from within the

gloomy mood she was in.

It turns out that both of them are getting a divorce.

“If you're not going back with me, who are you going to meet? Is there a vixen hidden underneath that

innocent appearance of yours? I'm sorry, but even if you're one, I'm still going to make you mine!”

Frowning intensely, the intimidating Dylan scrutinized Avery with a contemptuous look in his eyes.

When he didn't see the lingerie bag he was expecting, he seized the handbag Avery had slung over

her shoulder.

Given that her personal belongings were inside, it was imperative for her to snatch her bag back. Thus,

a tug of war began right before the gossiping public's eyes.

Upon grabbing her bag, Avery yelled, “Dylan, you're being too much!”

Cocking a brow, Dylan sneered, “Me? Too much? Aren't you the one who has crossed the line by

carrying something disgusting in your bag and taking the bus to seduce another man?”

Avery was rendered speechless, as she had no idea what Dylan was talking about.

All she saw was Dylan pouring out the contents of her bag right in front of the bus stop, followed by the

clatter of her things hitting the floor.

The pile of objects on the ground contained everything a woman should have other than the

“disgusting” items he was expecting to see.

As a result, Dylan was stunned by the sight.

When Avery finally got her bag back, she quickly knelt down and frantically picked up her belongings.

“Miss, the bus is here. Get out of the way or it'll hit you!” Two ladies in their fifties swiftly pulled Avery

back moments before the bus arrived.

No sooner had they done so than they shot the flamboyantly dressed Dylan a hostile look.

I've never seen such a terrible husband before! He's such a jerk!

When the bus finally came to an abrupt stop after slamming on the brakes, one of the two middle-aged

women swiped her card on Avery's behalf before the two ladies escorted her up the bus.

As the bus gradually pulled away, the fearful Milana stood by the side, not daring to make a sound.