The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 670 Only He Knows

Mocset.

At night, in the bustling yet icy city, the cold wind howled, and a heavy snowfall began blanketing the outside world in a layer of silvery white.

The goose-feathered snow was falling thick and fast, its pure whiteness brightening the originally dim light considerably.

Because it was unbearably cold, there were hardly any pedestrians outside. The usually bustling and noisy world had, for once, quieted down.

A stretched version of the black Bentley, with perfect and smooth lines, moved like a nimble swordfish through a sea of snow. Despite the heavy snowfall, its speed remained unhindered.

The dark alleyway.

A few towering figures, clad in tattered clothes and brandishing menacing weapons, leered at two beautiful young women of Chanaean descent, swallowing hard with evident lust.

Snowflakes fell onto the girl's hair, dampening the tips.

Even the bulkiest down jackets couldn't conceal their graceful figures, leaving one's imagination running wild.

The thugs exchanged glances, revealing lewd smirks as a string of Remdikian flirtatious remarks burst forth. “These two chicks are quite attractive. It's been a while since we've tasted the flavor of Aplothian women. Although these two seem petite and delicate, they're definitely sexier and more provocative than our local girls. Guys, we can feast again today!”

Two Chanaean girls stared in terror at the sudden appearance of young thugs. They held each other's hands for support, their faces pale, retreating step by step!

The thugs approached the two girls, intending to seize them. Their blatantly lewd gazes were nauseating.

“Run!” The taller girl was the first to react, grabbing the arm of another girl who seemed somewhat timid, and they quickly fled toward the end of the alley!

“Chase her! Don't let our sexy girl get away, or we won't have a chick to comfort us tonight...” The sound of the thugs' footsteps followed, mixed with their crude and offensive language.

The girls simply couldn't match the physical strength of men, let alone the fact that they had just returned from their part-time jobs at the restaurant, utterly exhausted. Now, being chased by these thugs, they were on the verge of collapsing from fatigue.

Just as they were about to be caught by the thugs, a dazzling beam of light shot directly into the faces of the thugs suddenly.

The light was so intense that they could barely keep their eyes open.

The two Chanaean girls were also caught in the intense light. They were almost hit by the car, but just as it was about to strike them, the vehicle suddenly came to a steady stop. The girls, shocked by the near miss, fell to the ground.

“Help, help—”

In the midst of it all, the tall girl seemed to have spotted her lifeline. She struggled to her feet from the snowy ground, half-leaning on the Bentley, calling out for help.

Mocset nights were a haven for criminals, a fact the girl knew all too well. She was aware that the people here, when confronted with criminal acts, would often adopt an indifferent attitude, minding their own business. She knew her chances of being rescued were slim, but she couldn't help but cry out for help to the people in the car.

Cayden glanced coldly through the car window at the Chanaean girl who was blocking the way ahead, calling for help.

The man's handsome face was like this piercingly cold weather, devoid of any warmth.

“Drive.” His voice was low and tinged with a hint of displeasure. His hawk-like eyes swept toward the driver in the driver's seat.

He's no savior, nor did he possess the benevolence to help others. If it doesn't benefit him in any way, he couldn't be bothered to get involved.

The driver started the engine, and the Bentley was about to set off.

The tall girl's eyes turned red in despair as she was forced to watch as the car started up. At this moment, the thug had already seized her companion, ripping apart her down jacket.

“Ah... No... Get away...” The timid girl blurted out in Chanaean in desperation.

She struggled in fear and helplessness, her voice soft and trembling. Her innocent expression, akin to a small white rabbit, only made the thugs laugh even harder and got more brazen toward her.

“Guys, this chick looks skinny, but she's got a nice figure...” the voices of the hooligans echoed.

“Averie!” The tall girl saw her companion being insulted. Despite her fear, she bravely rushed forward. “You bunch of jerks. Let her go!”

In the midst of things, she blurted out in Chanaean, and the name she called out made Cayden stop in his tracks.

Through the car window, he looked at the girl named “Averie”. All he saw was a delicate silhouette, long and straight black hair, and a slender figure. She was struggling desperately in the hands of the thugs. Her helpless appearance overlapped with a shadow in his memory, merging into one.

“Save them,” Cayden suddenly ordered the driver.

The driver paused, seeming a bit hesitant, “Sir, it's best if we don't meddle in other's affairs. If Mr. Rupert and Ms. Cassie were to find out...”

A cold, black object was pressed against the driver's waist.

The driver looked at Cayden in astonishment, feeling that this man was incredibly inscrutable.

In the time I've spent with him these days, I've come to understand that although he appears to be gentle and refined, his actions are strikingly different and unpredictable. His methods are ruthless. In a short period of time, he has almost won over everyone since he joined the company from top to bottom. His orders are such that nobody dares to disobey.

The driver had no choice but to get out of the car.

Seeing the driver suddenly get out, the thugs arrogantly burst into laughter. “Well, well, another big fish has taken the bait...”