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.

was particularly impressive. It was as

face bruised and battered, kneeling on

naked on the floor. A bloody hole marred her otherwise pristine

the sofa, his

stood in order, creating

the ashtray on the coffee table, more than a dozen cigarette butts lay

this was the

though she had long known that Taron was a mafia godfather, seeing a real-life murder scene still filled her with fear. She forcefully pressed Cal's face into her chest, not allowing him to witness the

usually bold Heather was frightened to the point of turning pale. Having grown up in a sheltered environment, where had she ever

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

advance?” Vivian walked straight up to Taron, positioning herself between him and Sid. Even though she was speaking to Taron, her gaze was constantly falling

that the bodyguard might accidentally discharge

table in front of Taron, there were several large

boxes were smashed, revealing some of the presents

Vivian usually liked, along with her

dark, unattractive face wearing a smile, tears inevitably fell. “Taron, why

the other hurt her deeply. She didn't

eyes, Taron's face, previously filled with murderous intent, softened slightly. “Have you forgotten?

struggles. They were both victims of these power struggles, and left to fend for themselves on the

to beg in the streets. If it wasn't for his sister sacrificing

also like a mother to him. The bond between them was

of a b*tch, Sid, dare to betray

his rage like a wild hurricane. He wished that he could blow Sid's head off with a

the things on the table.

bracelets, as

this world, the only one who ever pampered