The CEO Gets What He Wants
Chapter 28
When they arrived in the heart of the city, Xavier asked Zelda while grasping the steering wheel, “Should I drive you to your hotel or a mall for a stroll, Ms. Saunders?”
“Neither. I have a dinner date with my friend,” Zelda answered, putting her lipstick into her bag after touching up her makeup.
Understanding dawned upon Xavier, and he inquired, “Have you booked a place, Ms. Saunders? If you haven't, we can do it for you.”
If Trident Group was the empire of the business world, Cayden was the emperor. In turn, Xavier, as someone close to him, could be considered the prime minister, second only to him.
Therefore, Zelda was naturally proud that such a person was treating her with such respect.
“I've booked the place.” She then told him the location of the place.
The car drove straight to its destination.
About ten minutes later, Xavier pulled over at the side. “We're here, Ms. Saunders.”
“Thank you!” Snagging her handbag, Zelda fluffed her long and curly brown hair. Before she alighted from the car, she pointed at the back seat. “You, come with me.”
At that, Xavier frowned imperceptibly. Ugh! Her haughty attitude is really irritating!
Meanwhile, Avery wasn't surprised about that.
Zelda was the daughter of a wealthy man who was exceedingly concerned about appearances. Thus, she would probably be ill at ease without a lackey.
The reason she didn't ask Cecelia to keep her company was likely because the latter was sterner. When she didn't smile, she looked rather steely.
Putting it bluntly, Avery was thin and slender, so she appeared to be easy prey.
Avery climbed out of the car, and Xavier drove away.
A hundred meters ahead stood the restaurant she had booked.
Shortly after, Avery's phone dinged with a WhatsApp message.
Cecelia texted: Although we're responsible for entertaining her, she's no one to us. You can remain polite if she's polite, but you don't need to do so if she's rude.
At that precise moment, Zelda glanced over her shoulder and barked, “Why are you walking so slow? Match my speed!”
Avery put her phone away, stuffing it into her handbag.
Zelda booked an extremely luxurious private room in that five-star restaurant. Since the other party hadn't arrived, she took a seat and started touching up her makeup again.
Having nothing to do, Avery sat down on the couch at the side.
A moment later, Zelda's phone rang.
Taking the call, she snapped, “Hey! Have you arrived? How dare you make me wait for such a long time, b*tch? Are you sick of living?”
Avery was startled upon hearing that, reckoning that the friend whom Zelda addressed as a “b*tch” was likely similar to the latter in temperament.
“Your mother? I'll be uneasy with an elderly here.” Zelda hesitated for a long while before heaving a sigh. “Fine, fine. Have your mother come over as well, then.”
About twenty minutes later, the private room door was pushed open.
Avery instinctively stood up out of politeness, but her face promptly drained of all color when she locked gazes with her stepmother, Henrietta, and Milana.
With them, she felt that being courteous was superfluous.
Henrietta and Milana were likewise stunned.
“Are you all... acquainted?” Zelda sensed something amiss with the atmosphere.
Henrietta was the first one to gather her wits about her. With a bright smile plastered on her face, she couldn't help lauding Zelda as she studied her. “You're Zelda whom Milana spoke of? Wow! You're really beautiful, fair, and slender! I heard that you were the campus belle when the two of you studied abroad, defeating all other native beauties!”
Zelda was embarrassed at the effusive praise. Nonetheless, she accepted it readily, feeling that she deserved it. At once, she felt that Henrietta had good taste and unconsciously allowed the latter to hold her hands.
The corners of Milana's lips turned up when she saw her mother getting along well with Zelda.
“Quick, come and have a seat, Mrs. Rumpley, Milana,” Zelda urged.
When Milana passed Avery by as she headed over, she questioned, “Why are you here?”
“I'll leave you all to talk. I need to go to the washroom,” Avery stated evenly.
After saying that, she walked out of the private room.
“How did you get acquainted with her, Zelda?” came Henrietta's voice.
“I'm not acquainted with her, Mrs. Rumpley,” Zelda answered hastily. She explained, “I came to Ackleton this time to visit my fiancé. She's an employee at my fiancé's company, tasked with keeping me company and being at my beck and call.”