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The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 380
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It was true that there was something about Cayden that charmed women, but he had always been indifferent to

Nicole—always polite and distant.

Nicole could not understand it. She had already given herself to him, but he was still as cold as ever toward her.

“Mr. Moore...” Nicole pursed her lips as a shy expression crept onto her face.

Thinking about the intimate way he had been with me the other day...

Nicole wrung her hands and softly asked, “Have you forgotten what happened between us on my grandpa's

birthday?”

Cayden lifted his head to glance at Nicole. His gaze remained icy as he registered the blush on her face. “What

could have happened between us? I was with Avery the entire time. Ms. Nicole, I don't know who gave you the

wrong idea about my being interested in you, but I'll have to clarify things today. The one and only woman I love is

Avery Rumpley. I loved her in the past, I still love her now, and I will continue to love her only. By the way, please

convey a message to your mother when you go back. My relationship isn't something others can intervene in.

Please ask her to stop troubling Avery and come to me instead. I have other things to attend to, Ms. Nicole, so I'll be

taking my leave now.”

Nicole could only watch with wide eyes as Cayden's slender figure disappeared from her line of sight. Then, she let

out a mocking chuckle.

She was in a public space, so she forced herself to calm down.

I can't believe Cayden said he was with Avery the entire time during Grandpa's birthday. But I don't think he's the

kind to lie. Could it really be that the man of that night was not him?

That thought made Nicole's heart sink.

But there's another possibility. Those under that drug's influence would not be conscious of their surroundings and

would not remember what they've done. Could it be that he doesn't remember what happened that night?

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Naturally, Nicole preferred the second possibility.

Nevertheless, a siren was still ringing somewhere deep in her mind, and her heart was palpitating.

It felt as if some things had spiraled out of her control.

No, I must find out what happened.

After Nicole rushed out of the photography department, the employees of the advertising department began

gossiping in excitement.

One of the female employees uttered, “Big news! Didn't the rumors say that Nicole is with Mr. Moore? I hear that

their families are a match in social standing, and they were even thinking of having a marriage so the families

would be united, but from what we've seen today, it doesn't seem like that's the truth.”

“That's right. Anyone with eyes would be able to see that our CEO treats Avery from the design department

differently. It can't be that Nicole has a crush on Mr. Moore, right?” said another female employee.

“That's right. Anyone with eyes would be able to see that our CEO treats Avery from the design department

differently. It can't be that Nicole has a crush on Mr. Moore, right?” said another female employee.

“Who knows? No one can figure out Mr. Moore's matters. Just a few days ago, we saw Ms. Lambert bringing food to

the office for Mr. Moore, and she even tacitly agreed that she's the CEO's girlfriend, but this doesn't look right. The

way Mr. Moore treats her doesn't seem like the way a boyfriend would treat his girlfriend. She's clearly nothing but

a stranger to him.”

“Hey, do you really think that our CEO is interested in Avery? I'd say, excluding her pretty face, she's quite the

average woman. Do you think she'll be the CEO's wife?”

“Ahem...” The advertising department's manager walked over and gave everyone a stern look. “Do you have too

much time on your hands? How dare you discuss our CEO's private life like this? Are you all tempted to lose your

jobs?”

Instantly, the women fell silent. After sharing a look with each other and sparing the manager one last glance, they

hurried back to their workstations to continue working.

Nicole returned to her company in a daze. Just as she stepped into the building, the private investigator called her.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Lambert, are you free right now? I've found some confidential information, and I'd like to hand them to you

now.” The private investigator sounded like he was in a good mood.

As Nicole's phone volume was high, the voice coming out of the speakers drew the attention of some well-known

actors in the company.

Her heart lurched, and she quickly lowered the volume. Then, she went to a remote corner and said, “I'm at the

office right now, so come over here. I'll be waiting at the newly-opened restaurant near my company.”

Half an hour later, the bearded private investigator found Nicole in a private room and handed her a stack of

documents.

Nicole skimmed through the contents of the documents, and her hands began to shake. “A-Are these real? You're

not lying to me, are you?”

“Ms. Lambert, although I seem like someone who likes fooling around, I've always been one to fulfill my promises.

Moreover, you've offered me good payment for this. Why would I try to trick you with fake information? My lies

would be exposed eventually if I were to use fake information, and in that case, wouldn't I be ruining my business'

reputation?” the private investigator uttered as he chewed on a gum.

Hence, Nicole slowly read through the documents again. The more she read, the further her heart sank. By the

time she was close to the end, the sweat on her palms had soaked the thick stack of papers, and she even

crumpled them in her anxiety.

Avery Rumpley... How can my adoptive parents' biological daughter be Avery Rumpley?

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Nicole knew that her adoptive parents' biological daughter was still alive, but she could never believe that Avery

would be their daughter.

Yet, the private investigator's investigation results were telling her that the woman she despised and envied the

most—the woman she had mocked her family about—was Claire and William's biological daughter.

Avery was the real daughter of the Lamberts.

That meant that everything she had right now was stolen from Avery.

The sudden turn of events brought a wave of disgust that made her feel like vomiting.

On the papers were: Twenty-five years ago, William's career was smooth sailing due to his hard work. However, as

he was too morally righteous and did not wish to get involved with the corrupted government employees, someone

soon set him up to seem involved in a smuggling case that shook the nation. He was then taken away by the

Department of Justice for further investigation. Claire's pregnancy was affected by her mood on the day he was

taken away, so she ended up giving birth to her baby prematurely. The Lambert family and the Walsh family were

closely monitored at that time, so she had no one by her side other than her good friend, Allie Musk. After some

difficulties, Claire was finally sent to the hospital. Unfortunately, Claire's pelvis was too small, and she was mentally

unstable due to her extreme worry for her husband. Therefore, it had been a difficult labor for her. Claire became

unconscious from the massive bleeding. Later on, an experienced doctor managed to deliver her baby and rescue

Claire from the grasp of the grim reaper, but Allie swapped Claire's baby with a dead baby and told Claire that her

baby had died. The baby girl who was taken away back then is none other than Avery Rumpley of the current time.

Nicole's expression remained as usual even after she read through the documents, but the intense emotions in her

were already threatening to burst out of her.

A vicious look crossed her eyes, and she uttered to the private investigator, “Thank you for this. I have something

else I need you to do for me.”

Hence, Nicole slowly read through the documents again. The more she read, the further her heart sank. By the

time she was close to the end, the sweat on her palms had soaked the thick stack of papers, and she even

crumpled them in her anxiety.