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.

It was as grand and magnificent

soon as Vivian returned home, she saw Sid with his face bruised and battered, kneeling on

floor. A bloody hole marred her otherwise pristine white chest, staining the carpet beneath her with a shocking shade of

the sofa, his handsome face

bodyguards stood in order, creating a solemn and eerie

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

but this was the first time she

seeing a real-life murder scene still filled her with fear. She forcefully pressed

of turning pale. Having grown up in a

unease in Avery and Heather, Vivian firmly grasped their hands.

house? Why didn't you call me in 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 on

terrified that the bodyguard might accidentally discharge his weapon, hurting her

in front of Taron, there were several large

really furious, some gift boxes were smashed, revealing some

were all the jewelry Vivian usually liked, along with her favorite

pang of sadness. Despite the woman's dark, unattractive face wearing a smile, tears inevitably fell. “Taron, why have

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

filled with murderous intent, softened slightly. “Have you

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

wasn't for his sister sacrificing her dignity to provide for them, he probably wouldn't

was not only his sister, but also like a mother to him. The bond between them was extraordinarily

a b*tch, Sid, dare to betray my sister

rage like a wild hurricane. He wished that he could blow

through the things on the table.

necklaces, diamond rings, jade bracelets, as well as preserved fruits and

one by one, tears moistening her eyes. In this world, the only one