The CEO Gets What He Wants

Late at night, Dylan gave Aaron a call.

“You let Nina go?” he questioned.

“Do I have any other choice when my brother personally phoned me and ordered me to do so? But don't worry, for I snapped nude pictures of her. If you need my help in anything in the future, just say the word,” Aaron answered languidly.

“Never mind, we'll talk next time.” Dylan hung up in chagrin.

In his plan, Nina was considered a relatively important pawn, a tool to blackmail Avery into submission. As he had lost that pawn then, he lost a powerful weapon.

On top of that, Cayden was oppressing his family's company, appearing determined to obliterate the company. All that gave him a headache.

Mere moments after he had hung up the phone, it rang again out of the blue.

A single glance at the caller ID had him frowning deeply, for it was a call from his father. It can't be anything good that he's calling at this time. I bet he's calling to scold me!

He initially didn't plan on answering the call, but his phone kept ringing incessantly. It was as though the caller wouldn't give up unless he took the call.

Hence, he could only bite the bullet and answer the call. “Hello, Dad—”

“How much longer do you want to make trouble, you b*stard? Do you know what you've done? You actually dared to go against Cayden? Don't you know that he has always been ruthless in business?” Toby's furious voice rang out no sooner had the call connected.

“Why are you always scolding me, Dad? He's the one in the wrong, okay?” Dylan riposted in sheer impatience.

Toby was so livid at his son's attitude that pain shot through his chest. “Previously, I wondered why Cayden was targeting our company. Only when I went to seek him out today did I learn that it was because of Avery. Can't you please grow up, Dylan? Why must you fight him over a woman?”

“That isn't right, Dad. I'm not fighting him over a woman. Instead, he stole my woman. I'm legally married to Avery, and our marriage is protected by the law. He was the one who came between us. You've got to get things right!” Dylan was utterly indignant.

“Dylan, can you please don't go against him any further? You're not his match. Promise me to divorce Avery. You're still young, so you can find a wife far more beautiful than her. Since Cayden wants her, give her to him. Don't tell me you really want to see the company I established after toiling for over twenty decades go bankrupt?”

Toby heaved a sigh over the phone.

As he sat on the couch and spoke on the phone with Dylan, the successive blows seemingly had him aging ten years in a flash.

Likewise, Talia sighed interminably.

The entire mansion was enveloped in a bleak atmosphere.

Staring at the picture of his son hanging on the wall, Toby spaced out. At that time, he was still young. Besides, he has always been good-looking. Although he was very naughty and mischievous, he still listened to me at the end of the day. But now, he has grown up and gotten full of himself. I can't control him anymore. Sooner or later, this wild and obstinate nature of his is going to ruin him.

“Don't worry about my affairs, Dad. I'll handle them myself. I'll also save the family's company. That's all for now. I've still got something to do, so I'm hanging up.” Dylan hung up right away.

Toby was so incensed that he almost burst a blood vessel.

He vented his anger on Talia. “Look at that precious son of yours! How many times have I cleaned up after him since he was young? This time, the company is teetering on the verge of bankruptcy just because of him! If you hadn't spoiled him, he wouldn't possibly have grown up to be so extreme!”

It went without saying that Talia's temper spiked when she heard the man shoving all the blame on her. Jabbing a finger at him, she lambasted, “Do you have any conscience, Toby? Admittedly, I spoiled him, but did you not do anything wrong? If it weren't for you...”

All her subsequent words were accusations and condemnations toward her husband.

Like a shrew, she cursed Toby out and threw things at him. Things became so bad that Toby stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him, leaving her sitting on the ground aggrievedly, weeping while thumping her chest.

The housekeeper awkwardly stepped forward and helped her up.

At the same time, an unshaven young man quickly keyed in a few commands on the computer, roaming on the fringes of the internet effortlessly.

“How strange! Why are all my posts gone?” he muttered.

He swiftly searched for the posts he published for his client previously, but he couldn't find anything. Regardless of whether he searched by their keywords or titles, it either indicated that he couldn't connect to the internet, upon which a bunch of garbled characters appeared, or his search contents couldn't be displayed due to the violation of some rules and regulations or local policies.

The man was none other than the culprit who helped Dylan publish those posts previously. His name was Gregory Cadman, and he worked full-time as an online writer.

He majored in information technology previously and was pretty skilled with computers, so he could also be considered a hacker. Sometimes, he hacked into police stations' internal networks. Several times, he almost got caught, but he still escaped unscathed in the end.

Such a person wouldn't be easily discovered, so Dylan had no qualms about entrusting the task to him.

But at that instant, Gregory discovered that all the posts he published for his client had vanished into thin air. That had panic deluging him for the very first time.

His right eyelid was also twitching violently then, and a strong sense of foreboding seemingly flooded him.

However, he didn't believe in such unscientific things. For that reason, he tapped open the post he had previously written and touched it up for a bit before gearing up to publish it on Mova again. Unexpectedly, he couldn't publish it no matter how hard he tried, not even when he attempted it with the program protection he prepared.