The CEO Gets What He Wants

Xavier approached her with his face obscured by the light, his tall and imposing figure exuding a regal presence. He enfolded Cecelia in his arms, assuming the role of a chivalrous gentleman who was determined to keep her safe.

He shot Hans and Phoebe a frosty look before his gaze landed on Cecelia.

A strange expression briefly crossed Xavier's face before it vanished as soon as he saw the anger and distress in her eyes.

Phoebe's piercing gaze swept over Xavier, taking in every detail of the scene as he held Cecelia protectively in his arms.

This man is wearing a limited edition Ermenegildo Zegna suit, and he has a Piaget watch on his wrist. He looks rich... Phoebe's heart skipped a beat at that realization. Nevertheless, she refused to admit that Cecelia had found a wealthy husband, even though the evidence seemed to point to the fact.

Immediately, she spoke with a haughty tone. “I can't believe the woman my husband left behind managed to find herself a sugar daddy. Well done, Cecelia. You've certainly made progress, haven't you?”

Phoebe refused to believe that Hans had never slept with Cecelia, as they had dated for five whole years.

Hans was good in bed, so she believed he had honed his skills by sleeping with Cecelia countless times.

Thus, Phoebe bore a strong resentment toward Cecelia.

Cecelia wanted nothing more than to sew Phoebe's mouth shut to stop the latter from spouting nonsense.

She had always been hot-tempered, which meant she would never let anyone get away with insulting her.

At once, she retorted, “Phoebe Sandsby, how shameless can you be? Hans isn't even worthy to serve me. You're the only one who likes someone as useless as him. I supported him for five years, but he wasn't even grateful for my financial support. If I were to keep a dog, it would accompany me and relieve my boredom. Hans, on the other hand, betrayed me. An ungrateful b*stard like him deserves to be with a weirdo like you. You two are basically a match made in heaven! I will not pray for you to become more sensible and respectful, but I do wish that you will be kind and not pass on your bad traits to your child.”

Phoebe trembled in anger, her rolls of fat jiggling as a result. “H-Hey! You b*tch!”

She had no idea Cecelia had become someone who could not be trifled with.

From what she remembered, Cecelia was an unfashionable and shy young lady who would hide in a corner to cry whenever she bullied the latter. She would never have guessed that Cecelia would become sharp-tongued upon running into each other a few years later!

Xavier couldn't help but be entertained as Cecelia expressed her displeasure with the ungrateful couple without resorting to vulgar language but still managing to make a meaningful impact. If it had been appropriate, he would have applauded her acerbic wit.

“Hans, beat that b*tch up! How dare she curse our baby? I want her dead!” Phoebe gave Hans a forceful kick and a pointed look.

Hans gave Cecelia a hesitant look but dared not take a step closer.

Phoebe gave him a tight slap. “You're useless! Do you still have feelings for her? If you dare not hit her, I'll file for divorce right away and tell my dad to kick you out tonight!”

Hans panicked at her words. He immediately took action and charged forward to teach Cecelia a lesson like a dog that had received orders from its master.

Cecelia raised her arms hastily to protect her belly as a helpless look appeared in her eyes. She felt a sharp pang of pain in her heart.

F*ck this! I can't believe Hans is going to beat me up for real.

To everyone's surprise, Xavier grabbed Hans' wrist and crushed it with great force before the latter could lay a hand on Cecelia.

“Ow!” Hans let out a pained yelp as he felt a crushing pressure on his wrist. His voice quavered as he pleaded, “S-Sir, let's talk t-this out.”

Fear and heartache surged through Phoebe as she watched her husband suffer in agony. She wanted to help him, but she was too scared to take action. Summoning her courage, she pointed an accusing finger at Xavier and yelled, “What did you do to my husband? Let him go! Do you know who my dad is? He is—”

Xavier gave her a look full of contempt and cut in, “I couldn't care less about your father's status. You and your husband are reprehensible for harassing a pregnant woman. Scram right now!”

He tossed Hans away as though the latter were nothing more than mere garbage. He then growled fiercely at Hans, “If I ever see you trying to intimidate a woman again, I won't let you off easily!”

“You! Just you wait. Hubby, let's go. We'll have plenty of chances to teach this impudent couple a lesson in the future!” Phoebe helped Hans out and fled the scene hastily under the salespeople's mocking gazes.

“Ms. Zuckerberg, are you all right?” Xavier went over to Cecelia, sympathy crossing his face.

No wonder she hates interacting with men. It's understandable that she would be severely traumatized after being dumped by a scoundrel like Hans. Any woman would react the same if they were in her shoes.

“I'm fine. Thanks for your help, Mr. Dartsley. Goodbye.” Having bade goodbye to him, Cecelia spun on her heels and left, her face devoid of expression.

The moment she turned away, her nonchalant facade crumbled, and she was left in a vulnerable state.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that her shameful past, which she tried her best to conceal, would one day be laid bare to the public.

It was particularly mortifying for her as Xavier, her “colleague,” had been a witness to the whole incident.