The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 696 She Wants To Punch Him

Avery had no idea what had happened to Vivian. Just a moment ago, they were talking about finishing their shopping and then taking Vivian for a beauty treatment and a hairdo. But before she could put the next part of their plan into action, Vivian was in a rush to get back. Why is that?

Avery had no idea what had happened to Vivian. Just a moment ago, they were talking about finishing their shopping and then taking Vivian for a beauty treatment and a hairdo. But before she could put the next part of their plan into action, Vivian was in a rush to get back. Why is that?

She held Vivian's hand, and her worry was evident as she asked, “What's going on? What happened to Sid?”

Vivian gently shook her head, remaining silent. Yet, her brother's furious roar echoed incessantly in her mind. “Get home immediately! I'm going to kill that b*stard Sid! He actually brought that kind of woman home to have fun, and you just let it happen!”

At that moment, Vivian's heart felt as if it was being stabbed by a sharp knife.

Overwhelmed by intense shame, her mind was in a complete daze to the point where she couldn't even think.

She couldn't believe it, even going so far as to explain over the phone, “Taron, you must be mistaken. Sid... he... he wouldn't go that far. Wait for me, I'm coming back immediately. In the meantime, don't lay a finger on him. You absolutely cannot harm him, or else you'll have to answer to me!”

Even at this moment, Vivian was still defending Sid, ceaselessly arguing on his behalf.

Avery could only throw a pleading look for help towards Heather.

Since she didn't understand Remdikian, she couldn't make out what Vivian was discussing with Taron over the phone, but Heather knew.

Heather looked at Vivian, who had her head deeply buried in her knees, and bit her lip in distress. “I'm not quite sure what happened. But from their phone conversation, it seems that Sid did something that wronged Vivian...”

Avery sighed deeply while holding Cal tightly in her arms. She wanted to comfort Vivian, but seeing her pitiful appearance, she could only swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Finally, she said, “Let's go back first and see what's really going on.”

...

Vivian's home was a sprawling, luxuriously decorated high-end mansion. Its design was unique and its style was dazzling.

In fact, everything inside was of the highest quality because Taron cherished his sister dearly.

interior decoration was particularly impressive. It was

bruised and battered, kneeling on the ground. A bodyguard's pistol was

lay naked on the floor. A bloody hole marred her otherwise pristine white chest, staining the carpet beneath her with a shocking

sat on the sofa, his handsome face

line of bodyguards stood in order, creating a solemn and eerie atmosphere in the

more than a dozen cigarette butts lay discarded, a clear indication of his

seen guns before, but this was the first time she had witnessed such a terrifying

was a mafia godfather, seeing a real-life murder scene still filled

the point of turning pale. Having grown up in a sheltered environment, where had she ever encountered

Heather, Vivian firmly grasped their hands. “Avery, Heather, don't worry. I'm

walked straight up to

bodyguard might accidentally discharge his weapon, hurting

the coffee table in front of Taron, there were several

really furious, some gift boxes were

were all the jewelry Vivian usually liked,

inevitably fell. “Taron, why

the most. One cherished her as if his life depended on her, while the other hurt her deeply. She didn't want to see any conflict between them. Above all, she didn't want to lose

with murderous intent, softened slightly. “Have you forgotten? Today is

voluntary choice. That world was excessively bloody and cruel, especially the fierce internal power struggles. They were both victims of these power struggles, and left to fend for themselves on the streets from a young age. In fact, they relied

his sister sacrificing her dignity to provide for them, he probably wouldn't live to see this

was not only his sister, but also like a mother to him.

b*tch, Sid, dare to

hurricane. He wished that he could blow Sid's head off with a

things on the table. “Taron,

rings, jade bracelets, as well as preserved fruits and specialties

them one by one, tears moistening her eyes. In this world,