The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 740

Chapter 740 Sudden Appearance An Enchanting Young Man

Avery returned to the Lambert residence and was about to head back to her own place after picking up Cal. Suddenly, she received a call from Rory's homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher sounded extremely anxious. “Mrs. Moore, the art teacher took the entire class to the flower field for a sketching trip today, but suddenly we couldn't find Rory. We've tried calling her but can't get through. Has she gone home?”

“Did you say you can't reach Rory?” Upon hearing this news, Avery's phone almost slipped from her hand. She was anxious and immediately contacted the mansion and the Moore residence.

However, she got the same answer from both places. Rory did not go back.

Avery was truly anxious, her mind running wild with ten thousand possibilities of Rory getting kidnapped. The kidnapped children could either be sold or maimed. In the worst-case scenario, they could even have their organs harvested.

The thought of the latter possibility made Avery feel as if her blood had frozen solidly throughout her body.

She urgently called Zachary.

Upon hearing that his sister was missing, the little boy didn't panic at all. Instead, he comforted Avery, “Mom, don't worry too much. Rory is a sensible girl. She might have gotten lost somewhere because she was too engrossed in playing. Let's ask the teacher to search thoroughly around the area where they were sketching. Have you contacted Daddy yet? Daddy has a wide network of contacts. I believe

we'll find Rory very soon.”

Avery hastily contacted Cayden. Upon hearing the news of his daughter's disappearance. He immediately dropped his work and called the police, instructing them to search the location where Rory was last seen sketching.

Then, Cayden reached out to Xander, asking him to keep a close eye on the black market activities to see if any beautiful young girls were being auctioned off recently.

The underground circle and officials secretly mobilized simultaneously, all because the beloved daughter of the Moore family had suddenly disappeared. For a moment, the people of Ackleton were filled with anxiety, thinking that some big shot had encountered an unexpected incident.

While everyone in the Moore family was anxiously searching for Rory at noon, something else was in the flower bushes somewhere.

A tranquil pebble path, with tall and verdant trees, lush and thriving. On both sides of the road, there was an endless sea of flowers.

A sea of flowers, each with its unique color, intertwined in myriad shapes and forms.

The leaves were round and smooth. The branches were full of flowers, and their beauty dazzled the eye.

A delicate figure, as tender as a blossom, hid within a sea of flowers, her petite form standing before an easel.

With her young but spirited hands, she painted a beautiful sea of flowers.

The little girl, about seven or eight years old, was dressed in a delicate chiffon dress and had her hair styled in a beautiful princess bun.

On that palm-sized, tender white face, there was a pair of eyes as clear as a crystal. The long, curled eyelashes above those eyes fluttered like graceful butterflies, twinkling adorably with every blink.

Also, that perky nose, and cherry blossom-like tender lips, made her look like a little fairy that could leave one breathless with admiration.

Rory quietly painted, occasionally lifting her pen to tap her head. Her playful little action blended seamlessly with the surrounding beauty.

Surrounded by a bunch of colorful butterflies, they danced around her as if they were fond of her. The scene was extraordinarily astonishing.

Not far from the flower bushes, under a robust centuries-old fig tree, a pair of cold and wicked hawk- like eyes were tightly locked onto the small figure quietly painting. His thin lips curled into a dangerous and predatory arc.

He approached the girl silently and swiftly. He watched as she paused her painting to hold a butterfly in her hand.

She murmured to the butterfly, “Butterfly, when I grow up, I want to be a dancer, but I also want to be a painter. Which one do you think would be better for me? “Daddy and Mommy are becoming more and

more affectionate these days. They often kiss in front of Zach and me. Uncle Kendrick says they are displaying their affection for each other publicly. What does that mean? Ms. Cecelia's twins are becoming more and more beautiful lately. I want them to be Zach's wives. Do you think Zach would like them? Also, I really can't stand Seamus. He's always nitpicking and bullying me. How can there be such a terrible boy in this world? Look at Zach, he's so nice. He's very polite to girls and especially good to me. If only every boy could be as good as Zach—”

Just as Rory was whispering to the butterfly, a pair of hands suddenly covered her chattering mouth. Rory didn't even have the chance to call for help. Her soft, boneless waist was gripped, and then she was lifted off the ground.

“Argh!” Rory struggled desperately, but she was trapped in a chest as unyielding as iron.

She inhaled a strong scent of blood from her nostrils, a smell that made her extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to vomit, but her mouth was covered, making it impossible to throw up.

The girl's eyes, pure and innocent, met a pair of devilishly enchanting yet icy cold eyes.

That was an extremely refined young man, around the age of fifteen.

The young man's skin was delicate and smooth like porcelain, and his demeanor was incomparably noble. He exuded an elegance, a wildness, and a bewitching charm that captivated all who beheld him.

“Quick! Go over there and search. You must find that kid! If he escapes, we're all done for!” A fierce voice rang out from not far off in the flower bushes.

Rory's body shivered, feeling the large hand covering her becoming even colder.

She dared not even breathe, unsure of how much time had passed. The sound of the search grew increasingly distant, and only then did the young man release her.

“What's your name?” the young man asked in Ustranasion, his voice as melodious as a piano tune.

Rory looked at his continuously bleeding arm and the ghastly wound on it. She stepped back in fear but still kindly reminded him, “Excuse me, your arm is injured. You should go to the hospital to get it bandaged quickly...”

She, along with her art teacher and a group of classmates, went out for a sketching session. However, the location chosen by the teacher was quite ordinary, so she quietly slipped away in search of a more beautiful spot to sketch. Unexpectedly, she encountered such an incident.

The young man put down Rory and asked again coldly, “What's your name?”

A pair of enchanting purple eyes were firmly locked onto Rory, determined not to rest until they obtained her name.

The little girl, intimidated by his terrifying aura, revealed, “M-My name is Rory.”

Two burly men resembling bodyguards suddenly appeared before the young man. They uttered anxiously, “Prince Maverick, the assassins sent by Prince Augustus and Prince Caden are about to catch up with us. We must leave this place immediately!”

The young man remained calm and unhurried, his tall figure gazing down at the petite Rory. Suddenly, he pulled her into his embrace once more. His cold lips abruptly kissed her cherry blossom-like tenderThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

cheek.

“Remember my name, okay? It's Maverick! Little one, we will meet again!”

After he finished speaking, the noble and arrogant young man disappeared into the vast sea of flowers like a gust of wind, along with the men in black.

Maverick? Rory touched her own cheek, staring blankly in the direction he had disappeared. Her small mouth puckered up in a deep red pout. Mommy and Daddy often kissed her, but why did that guy kiss me?

“Rory, where are you?”

From a distance, Avery's anxious call could be heard. Rory, who was in a daze, responded by calling out, “Mommy! I'm here!”