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.

The interior decoration was particularly impressive. It was as grand and magnificent as a palace.

As soon as Vivian returned home, she saw Sid with his face bruised and battered, kneeling on the ground. A

bodyguard's pistol was pressed against his head.

A blonde beauty from Eastern Epea, with eyes as blue as the sea, lay naked on the floor. A bloody hole marred her

otherwise pristine white chest, staining the carpet beneath her with a shocking shade of red.

Taron sat on the sofa, his handsome face clouded gloomily.

Behind him, a line of bodyguards stood in order, creating a solemn and eerie atmosphere in the room.

In the ashtray on the coffee table, more than a dozen cigarette butts lay discarded, a clear indication of his

particularly foul mood.

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

Even 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 brutal scene.

Even the usually bold Heather was frightened to the point of turning pale. Having grown up in a sheltered

environment, where had she ever encountered such darkness?

Sensing the unease in Avery and Heather, Vivian firmly grasped their hands. “Avery, Heather, don't worry. I'm

here.”

“Taron, why did you suddenly come to my 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 Sid.

She was terrified that the bodyguard might accidentally discharge his weapon, hurting her man.

On the coffee table in front of Taron, there were several large gift boxes.

Perhaps Taron was really furious, some gift boxes were smashed, revealing some of the presents inside.

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

Vivian felt a pang of sadness. Despite the woman's dark, unattractive face wearing a smile, tears inevitably fell.

“Taron, why have you brought me so many gifts again? What's the special occasion today?”

These two were the men she loved 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 either of them.

Seeing the tears in his sister's eyes, Taron's face, previously filled with murderous intent, softened slightly. “Have

you forgotten? Today is your birthday.”

Being born into a prestigious family with dark history was not their 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 on each other for survival.

His sister once took him to beg in the streets. If it wasn't for his sister sacrificing her dignity to provide for them, he

probably wouldn't live to see this world anymore.

In Taron's heart, Vivian was not only his sister, but also like a mother to him. The bond between them was

extraordinarily deep.

How could that son of a b*tch, Sid, dare to betray my sister like this?

This fueled his rage like a wild hurricane. He wished that he could blow Sid's head off with a single shot!

Vivian was going through the things on the table. “Taron, thank you.”

Inside, there were pearl necklaces, diamond rings, jade bracelets, as well as preserved fruits and specialties from

various countries.

She flipped through them one by one, tears moistening her eyes. In this world, the only one who ever pampered

her was her brother, Taron.

Taron remained silent, his wickedly cold gaze fell upon Sid. It was a look filled with both hatred and pain. If looks

could kill, Sid would have died a thousand times over.

Yet, Sid displayed an air of fearlessness and nonchalance, seemingly indifferent to him.

Taron glanced at the gun in his hand.

He had held power for so many years, and countless people have died by his hand. The reason he didn't directly

harm Sid today was solely because of his sister.

He truly yearned to kill this b*stard, Sid.

The moment Taron first laid eyes on Sid, he knew he was no good. How could a man, who was both lustful and

irresponsible, ever treat his sister well?

But Vivian was so infatuated with him that it was almost to the point of death.

Taron understood his sister well. She was a woman of unwavering determination. If he were to kill her husband, she

would hold a grudge against him for the rest of her life.

Vivian closed the gift box, holding back the surging pain, and choked out, “Taron, thank you for your gift. But can

you let me handle today's matter?”

Taron looked at his sister who was trying hard to suppress her sorrow, and then at the disheveled Sid, his anger

flared even more.

He picked up a gun, and suddenly stood up, pointing it directly at Sid. “Vivian, today is your birthday, so I came

specially to celebrate with you. I didn't expect you to not be home, and here he was banging another woman! I was

so angry that I shot her! A scumbag like Sid should be killed. Why are you still keeping him around?”

“Taron, you've killed again...” Vivian glanced at the woman who was now undoubtedly dead, her expression

particularly sorrowful.

Even though she was no longer alive, she could still tell that the woman was extraordinarily beautiful, a stunning

beauty that even she found breathtaking. Not to mention, she even captivated the romantic and flirtatious Sid.

“Anyone who wrongs you deserves to die, including that mongrel Sid!”

The more Taron spoke, the angrier he became. Veins bulged on the man's face as he punched and kicked Sid.

However, his gaze was fixed on Avery, “Mrs. Moore, even though Sid is Cayden's sworn brother, I have to deal with

family matters today. I intend to kill this b*stard! I assume, you won't interfere, right?”

His tone was harsh and cruel, the expression on his face showed a ruthless determination to kill Sid. This sudden

change startled Avery, leaving her in a dilemma for a moment.

Sid had indeed gone too far with this matter, making her want to punch him. But Avery just couldn't do it to watch

Cayden's close buddy die right before her eyes...