The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 80

“Who is he?” Blake didn't dare make assumptions, for it would be bad if he made a mistake.

Looking sharp in the suit, Cayden walked in. He stretched out an arm and wrapped it around Avery's waist politely yet intimately. That action clued Blake in on their relationship.

“You're Zayne Richter, the man my son mentioned?” Blake broke out in a grin. Standing before the fire pit, he remarked, “I've committed your name to memory long ago. Ery's father told me that you two have been together for more than five years and are now getting married soon.”

Worried that Cayden would refute that, Avery hurriedly interjected, “You've lost weight, Grandpa. Were you not used to living in Jetroina?”

“I'm up in years. This is the norm for old people.” Hunching over with the poker in hand, Blake went into one of the shabby rooms.

After searching for a long time, he finally found two stools. Taking them out, he placed them on the kitchen floor and urged his soon-to-be grandson-in-law to take a seat. “Come, child. Sit here. There isn't any good furniture here.”

Avery looked down at the two rickety stools before glancing at Cayden apprehensively, worried that he would disdain them and remain standing.

Surprisingly, Cayden thoughtfully took Blake's feelings into consideration and put down his usual high and mighty demeanor, sitting down on the stool without a trace of contempt. On top of that, he even took her hand and murmured, “Sit down. Let's chat with Grandpa for a bit.”

Meanwhile, Blake sat on the stool that was already present in the kitchen.

“You talk to Grandpa. I'll go out and buy some groceries.” Avery wheeled her suitcase to the side before she took out some money from her bag. Then, she eyed Cayden worriedly.

Understanding her worry, Cayden nodded in reassurance.

“So, I'll be leaving first.” Avery took a final look at her grandfather before leaving.

Walking through the yard inlaid with red bricks and exiting the gates, she caught sight of a crowd standing a few meters away when she lifted her head.

She could still vaguely remember some of the neighbors' names.

Whenever the neighbors spoke of her, she was the daughter of that “sl*t.” Thus, they reckoned that she must also be one when she grew up. As the person in question, she had heard all the gossip about her when she was young.

Avery headed toward the small shop that sold groceries.

The gossiping voices behind her were far softer than when she was young, but they carried rich content.

It was as though Cayden and her arrival reawakened the old gossip they had forgotten eons ago.

“Is that Blake's granddaughter, Ery?” a middle-aged woman inquired in a whisper, pointing at her from behind.




































At once, someone answered, “Of course! Although she has changed a lot, her features are still there. I recognized her as Ery at a single glance.”

“Tsk-tsk! Things are different now. The only constant in life is change. Look how lucky she is! Compared to her, my daughter only married a low-ranking police officer in the county.”

“Don't say that, Mrs. Whelan. Your daughter made the best match among all the maidens in our town!”

“It wasn't that great. Her father and I only agreed to the marriage because our son-in-law gave us a dowry of two hundred thousand and bought him a car worth over a hundred thousand. My son-in-law isn't good at anything. He only has money! How awful!”

Someone then stepped forward and praised the woman to the skies. “Your daughter married into a good family for real. As for Ery, I reckon she's likely being a mistress. Look at that man's car. It must be worth several million, huh? He's probably some man she hooked up with out there, so she's in a hurry to bring him back to show off to the fellow townspeople!”

“What a materialistic woman! She's as shameless as her mother, who ran off with a wealthy man!”

Similar sentiments rang out, one after another.

Meanwhile, Avery bought vegetables, meat, spare ribs, and seasoning at the shop.

When she went back, the crowd of gossipmongers was still there.

Walking through the yard and entering the house, she saw Cayden holding a bowl of leftovers. He was going to throw it away, but Blake was staring at it with a reluctant gaze. It was clear that he wanted to stop the man, yet he was embarrassed to do so.

“Grandpa, eating this bowl of vegetables won't do you any good. On the contrary, it'll be bad for your health.” After saying that, Cayden resolutely disposed of that bowl of leftovers.

Blake sat back down silently, saying nary a word.

Avery stood at the door with her hands laden with bags. She couldn't describe her feeling then, but an indescribable sense of security flooded her.

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