The CEO Gets What He Wants

Avery was visibly stunned when she saw Weston sitting on the couch.

Dressed in a tailored suit and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the gentlemanly Weston looked very much like a member of the social elite. With a cordial smile, he nodded at Avery. “Good morning, Ms. Rumpley.”

The moment she saw Avery, Rory rushed up to her side and twirled in delight. “Mommy, look, do I look pretty in the headband Mr. Leigh gave me?”

The delightful voice of her daughter failed to diminish Avery's frustration.

Picking her daughter up, she tried her best to eke out a smile as she replied, “It's beautiful, Rory. You're the prettiest little girl in the world now.”

Rory's delightful laughter echoed throughout the room.

She kissed Avery's cheek and said, “Mommy, you're the best!”

Meanwhile, Zachary was sitting on the couch, changing channels with the remote control in his hand.

He rolled his eyes at how fixated Rory was on looking pretty all the time.

As it was Weston's first time watching Avery interact with the children, he was secretly shocked at how close she was to them.

Although the children were mature beyond their years, they were still selective about who they were intimate with.

Previously, there had been other women who had tried to get close to Cayden on the pretext of taking care of the children, hoping to get into their father's good books. In the end, all of them had been gotten rid of by the naughty children.

The way they doted on Avery took Weston by surprise. They treated her as if she was their biological mother.

With a wry expression that was devoid of even a forced smile, Avery nodded at Weston. “Hello, Mr. Leigh.”

At that moment, Avery recalled Weston's reputation.

Some time ago, there had been a terrible rape case in Lightspring. A few young men from the city's prestigious families had gang-raped a sixteen-year-old girl, causing her to die of blood loss.

Even though the girl came from a poor family, her parents loved her so much that they rejected all forms of compensation in exchange for their silence. Unfazed by the bribes offered and threats issued, they swore to bring the perpetrators to justice.

When those responsible knew that their threats had fallen flat, they sent out a warning—any lawyer who dared to take up the case would not be alive to attend the trial.

Because of the tremendous pressure applied, no one in Lightspring dared to pick up the hot potato except for one man—Weston.

The fearless Weston had to contend with a bleak situation where the evidence had been destroyed. Despite that, he managed to discover some residual proof, and with the help of his superior reasoning skills, he successfully ensured that all those responsible were sentenced to ten to fifteen years in prison.

From then on, Weston shot to fame and became a common sight at events organized by the social elite.

“Ms. Rumpley, I need to speak to you in private.” Noticing how intently Avery was looking at him, Weston adjusted his spectacles while clearing his throat.

“Kids, I have something to discuss with Mr. Leigh. Why don't you go play in your bedroom? Zach, take your sister to complete the jigsaw puzzle Mr. Leigh bought you. Once you're done, I have a reward waiting for you,” Avery said while giving their hair a tousle.

She was cognizant that Weston wanted to talk to her about her divorce from Dylan.

Although the children were still young and didn't quite know what divorce was, Avery still didn't want them to know of her forced marriage to Dylan.

The children picked up the jigsaw puzzle and ran to their room obediently.

Thereafter, Avery poured Weston a cup of coffee. “Please have some coffee, Mr. Leigh.”

“Thank you.” Weston took the cup of coffee in his hand before giving it a sip. After putting it aside, he retrieved a document from his bag and handed it to Avery. “Ms. Rumpley, you can go to court now to file for divorce. What I need from you are your marriage certificate and ID card. Also, if you're looking to apportion any assets, you'll have to bring the relevant evidence with you. Once everything is in order, the court will fix a date for trial and notify Dylan of it. As your lawyer, I'll naturally do my best to win the case. I have written all the steps required for this process. You can go through them when you're free.”

Sitting on the couch, Avery remained expressionless. “Mr. Leigh, if I do go ahead with this, what are my chances of winning?”

Filled with conviction, Weston replied, “A hundred percent. I have never lost a case before.”

Although he might have sounded as if he was bragging, Weston's confidence was well-founded, for not everyone could bear the weight of being the best lawyer in the city.

After glancing at the document he handed her, Avery raised her head to look at Weston's confident smiling face. Her hands trembled slightly.