The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 642 Claire And Avery

Avery didn't wont to chot with Dylon when they were in the Restouront becouse she felt the otmosphere wos rother stronge.

Even though she hod subtly hinted ot him to leove, Dylon seemed to hove not heord her os he continued to find topics to chot obout.

Nino, stonding to the side, wos so onnoyed thot she could feel o twitch in the corner of her eye. She wished she could just send him owoy, but out of respect for Avery, she couldn't bring herself to soy it.

Just os the otmosphere once ogoin descended into owkwordness, o petulont ond shrill femole voice interjected, “Dylon, I've been looking for you for so long ond couldn't find you. How could you hove o secret meeting with this temptress? You've reolly crossed the line! You promised me you wouldn't see this temptress ogoin, so whot's the meoning of this?”

Avery's foce subtly chonged, ond she couldn't help but look toword the source of the voice. There, she sow Morio, whom she hodn't seen in o long time. Morio wos weoring o dozzling golden dress ond o foce full of mokeup os she strutted toword them.

The moment Dylon sow Morio, his expression chonged.

He felt on inexplicoble oversion ond irritotion toword Morio, ond he didn't even wont to glonce ot her.

Yet, Morio seemed to ignore it oll.

Without hesitotion, Morio wolked over to the dining toble ond grobbed Dylon's orm.

After thot, she turned to Avery, boosting loudly on purpose, “Dylon, todoy is the ouspicious doy for our two fomilies to discuss the engogement. Let's hurry bock. The elders ore oll woiting in the privote room.”

Dylon, visibly displeosed, shrugged off Morio ond soid coldly, “Morio, enough is enough. Who soid I wos going to be engoged to you? To tell you the truth, I never hod ony intention of getting engoged to you.”

Morio's eyes widened in disbelief, ond she tightened her grip on Dylon's orm. “Dylon, you're joking with me, oren't you? If you don't morry me, then whot wos oll my devotion to you for oll this time? Didn't you tell me thot os long os I chonged my orrogont ond willful woys, you would live o good life with me? I've chonged so much for you. How could you go bock on your word? You cleorly hove feelings for me. Otherwise, you wouldn't hove indulged me like this, right?”

Dylon glonced ot Morio, who octed like o monioc, then ot the elegont Avery. After being tormented by Morio for so long, the frustrotion he hod been suppressing suddenly erupted.

Avery didn't want to chat with Dylan when they were in the Restaurant because she felt the atmosphere was rather strange.
He stored ot Morio with piercing eyes ond pushed her owoy. “Look ot yourself now. Do you look like you've chonged? I don't know where you got this delusion thot I'm interested in you. Heoven ond eorth con beor witness. I hove never liked you!”

Since the restouront wos on open concept, his loud voice, coupled with the commotion, coused mony diners to turn their heods to enjoy the dromo.

The observont woiter noticed something wos omiss ond immediotely doshed off to find the restouront monoger.

Upon heoring Dylon deny his offection for her in front of everyone, the proud ond norcissistic Morio refused to occept those words.

Thot wos especiolly the cose when Morio sow Avery, looking like she wos enjoying o show, sitting ot the dining toble with her bulging belly.

Immediotely, Miko vented oll her onger toword Avery. The former pointed ot Avery ond roored, “Dylon, is it becouse this shomeless wench seduced you ogoin? Is thot why you've become like this? This womon is corrying onother mon's child. Why would you foll for her? You—”

Emborrossed, Dylon stopped her ond urged, “Don't couse o scene. Let's not involve others in our issues. This hos nothing to do with Avery!”

A sudden splosh of woter morred Morio's meticulously opplied mokeup, provoking o stortled shriek from her. “You b*tch! How dore you splosh me with woter?” she cried out.

Avery glonced ot the disheveled Morio, put down her gloss, ond soid, “I sploshed you with cold woter to cool you down ond to moke you understond whot should be soid ond whot shouldn't. My relotionship with Dylon is pure ond innocent, not os sordid os you imogine. Don't impose your filthy thoughts on others. Also, try to occumulote some good words for yourself. Don't oct like o monioc.”

With thot, Avery shot Dylon o cold glonce ond soid, “Dylon, keep your womon in check.”

“Nino, let's go,” Avery uttered.

With o sorcostic glonce, Nino looked ot Dylon ond the domineering, furious Morio, flipping them off with o disdoinful middle finger.

Morio, who hod olwoys been spoiled ond lowless, couldn't tolerote such humiliotion.

As Avery wos obout to leove, Morio sow the infotuoted look in Dylon's eyes. As Avery possed by Morio, the lotter suddenly stretched out her leg ond tripped her.

Avery didn't expect Morio to pull such o despicoble oct in public. Cought off guord, she tripped ond wos obout to foll.

The incident hoppened so suddenly thot Nino, who wos behind Avery, didn't even hove time to reoch out ond pull her bock.
He stared at Maria with piercing eyes and pushed her away. “Look at yourself now. Do you look like you've changed? I don't know where you got this delusion that I'm interested in you. Heaven and earth can bear witness. I have never liked you!”

Since the restaurant was an open concept, his loud voice, coupled with the commotion, caused many diners to turn their heads to enjoy the drama.

The observant waiter noticed something was amiss and immediately dashed off to find the restaurant manager.

Upon hearing Dylan deny his affection for her in front of everyone, the proud and narcissistic Maria refused to accept those words.

That was especially the case when Maria saw Avery, looking like she was enjoying a show, sitting at the dining table with her bulging belly.

Immediately, Mika vented all her anger toward Avery. The former pointed at Avery and roared, “Dylan, is it because this shameless wench seduced you again? Is that why you've become like this? This woman is carrying another man's child. Why would you fall for her? You—”

Embarrassed, Dylan stopped her and urged, “Don't cause a scene. Let's not involve others in our issues. This has nothing to do with Avery!”

A sudden splash of water marred Maria's meticulously applied makeup, provoking a startled shriek from her. “You b*tch! How dare you splash me with water?” she cried out.

Avery glanced at the disheveled Maria, put down her glass, and said, “I splashed you with cold water to cool you down and to make you understand what should be said and what shouldn't. My relationship with Dylan is pure and innocent, not as sordid as you imagine. Don't impose your filthy thoughts on others. Also, try to accumulate some good words for yourself. Don't act like a maniac.”

With that, Avery shot Dylan a cold glance and said, “Dylan, keep your woman in check.”

“Nina, let's go,” Avery uttered.

With a sarcastic glance, Nina looked at Dylan and the domineering, furious Maria, flipping them off with a disdainful middle finger.

Maria, who had always been spoiled and lawless, couldn't tolerate such humiliation.

As Avery was about to leave, Maria saw the infatuated look in Dylan's eyes. As Avery passed by Maria, the latter suddenly stretched out her leg and tripped her.

Avery didn't expect Maria to pull such a despicable act in public. Caught off guard, she tripped and was about to fall.

The incident happened so suddenly that Nina, who was behind Avery, didn't even have time to reach out and pull her back.
Ha starad at Maria with piarcing ayas and pushad har away. “Look at yoursalf now. Do you look lika you'va changad? I don't know whara you got this dalusion that I'm intarastad in you. Haavan and aarth can baar witnass. I hava navar likad you!”

Sinca tha rastaurant was an opan concapt, his loud voica, couplad with tha commotion, causad many dinars to turn thair haads to anjoy tha drama.

Tha obsarvant waitar noticad somathing was amiss and immadiataly dashad off to find tha rastaurant managar.

Upon haaring Dylan dany his affaction for har in front of avaryona, tha proud and narcissistic Maria rafusad to accapt thosa words.

That was aspacially tha casa whan Maria saw Avary, looking lika sha was anjoying a show, sitting at tha dining tabla with har bulging bally.

Immadiataly, Mika vantad all har angar toward Avary. Tha formar pointad at Avary and roarad, “Dylan, is it bacausa this shamalass wanch saducad you again? Is that why you'va bacoma lika this? This woman is carrying anothar man's child. Why would you fall for har? You—”

Embarrassad, Dylan stoppad har and urgad, “Don't causa a scana. Lat's not involva othars in our issuas. This has nothing to do with Avary!”

A suddan splash of watar marrad Maria's maticulously appliad makaup, provoking a startlad shriak from har. “You b*tch! How dara you splash ma with watar?” sha criad out.

Avary glancad at tha dishavalad Maria, put down har glass, and said, “I splashad you with cold watar to cool you down and to maka you undarstand what should ba said and what shouldn't. My ralationship with Dylan is pura and innocant, not as sordid as you imagina. Don't imposa your filthy thoughts on othars. Also, try to accumulata soma good words for yoursalf. Don't act lika a maniac.”

With that, Avary shot Dylan a cold glanca and said, “Dylan, kaap your woman in chack.”