The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 730

Chapter 730 I Cannot Believe This


Avery's gaze fell outside the window onto the garden where a whole cluster of roses was in full bloom.

The breathtaking beauty of the ever-blooming flowers was the result of her meticulous care and attention. The petals display a spectrum of colors—pure white, vibrant red, delicate pink, and brilliant orange...

The vibrant hues of roses brought swathes of warmth to this vast home.

However, Cayden needed to leave home for a few days.

Without him, this home was missing its backbone and, even more so, its warmth.

Avery's eyes were downcast, her irises shimmering like water. When she lifted her gaze to look at Cayden, it was clear that she was feeling rather unhappy.

With a sense of helplessness, Cayden tenderly kissed her lips and once again assured Avery, “I will return safely. I always keep my word. If I fail, you can punish me in any way you like, okay?”

“All right,” Avery agreed, but her right eyelid kept twitching incessantly, which made her feel somewhat uneasy.

She hugged Cayden tightly, and a feeling of discomfort festered in her heart. “You must return safely, otherwise, I will never forgive you!”

On his business flight to Moranta, Cayden was seated in his seat, resting with his eyes closed.

However, on Eerie Island, Cayden had developed a keen intuition. Right then, his sharp gaze was focused on a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

The man walked with a straight back, his steps naturally firm and steady. His palms, swinging back and forth, were filled with calluses resulting from the long-term handling of firearms.

Cayden was more familiar with those calluses than anyone else.

He traced his own palm, finding the same old calluses left from his time on Eerie Island.

The man's hand subtly moved behind his back, accidentally revealing a gun tucked in his collar.

Cayden took just one glance to identify the type of firearm. It was a plastic rubber mini pistol, excellently disguised, capable of easily passing through international flight security systems. The pistol was made in Granatano, with three rounds of ammunition.

Sitting not far from Cayden was a man dressed in casual attire, gently sipping on a glass of Lafite.

The scorpion's tail tattooed on his arm flickered unintentionally, disappearing in an instant.

Despite his good cover, Cayden still managed to see through it.

The man lifted his chiseled face, precisely calculating the distance between him and the other person. Bowing his head, he silently counted the steps.

The footsteps of the villain drew closer with each passing step.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

The casually dressed man picked up two glasses of wine, clinking them together with an air of familiarity. “Sir, would you like a drink?”

He leaned forward subtly, pretending to spill his glass of wine on Cayden accidentally.

Cayden calmly clinked glasses with him, poised and ready to make his move.

The man in the suit wore a wicked smile. In the blink of an eye, he had drawn his pistol.

At the same time, Cayden had grabbed the man's outstretched arm in casual clothes, cleanly and neatly executing an over-the-shoulder throw. The man in the suit was left dazed and disoriented by the impact.

The Lafite spilled on Cayden's limited-edition white suit, and his face revealed a hint of displeasure.

A woman, one hand holding a lipstick, the other a mini mirror, was delightfully touching up her makeup.

Suddenly, the plane jolted violently. Her hand trembled, and a red arc traced a deep mark on her fair right cheek.

With a “crack”, the mirror shattered into two halves on the ground.

At that moment, a menacing voice came from the cockpit's communication device. “Cayden Moore, you'd better stay put and don't f*cking move. I've taken control of the cockpit. Give up and don't resist, or I won't mind crashing this entire plane!”

“Ah!” The woman let out a terrified scream, unable to believe that she was actually experiencing a hijacking.

A piercing scream echoed through the cabin, followed by the sound of crying. Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

An elderly man of remarkable demeanor clutched his chest, gasping for breath, yet still wincing in pain as he curled up. “I'm having a heart attack, it's so uncomfortable, I need medicine...”

“Sir, y-your medicine...” The attendant serving the elderly man stuttered, facing the gun-wielding thug. His hand, holding the heart medication, trembled so much that he dropped the medicine bottle on the ground.

The villain emerging from the bathroom deliberately kicked the heart medication under Cayden's foot.

Cayden had a vivid impression of the elderly man. In the stock market world, there was probably no one who didn't know him. He was none other than the Stock God, Bafeire.

Bafeire struggled to crawl forward on the ground. He was trying to reach for his heart medication as he shouted, “Medicine, medicine, medicine...”

The books on the table, along with the drinks, were scattered all over the floor by him.

Cayden raised both hands and with his right foot, he kicked the heart medication toward the area near Bafeire's arm.

These were mercenaries who cared not whether they lived or not, and Cayden believed that they were capable of committing any atrocity.

Bafeire's trembling hand picked up the medicine bottle, pouring out a handful of heart medications. He covered his mouth with his hand, swallowing them whole in one gulp.

Breathing a long sigh of relief, Bafeire finally managed to save his own life.

Upon seeing Cayden, he couldn't help but calm his nervous heart. “Mr. Moore?”

Everyone in the circle knew each other, so naturally, Bafeire was also familiar with Cayden. In fact, Bafeire held a significant amount of shares in Trident Group's subsidiaries.

































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