The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 726

Chapter 726 A Public Love Confession

Though only thirty years old, Robert was mature and prudent. His keen nose perceived that Cayden's return to Ackleton would be a sensational piece of news dominating the headlines.

Rubbing his chin with his palm excitedly, he instructed his assistant, “All staff have to work overtime tonight. Mobilize all print and new media channels under JK Media and report about Cayden's return as much as possible. Also, dig into the story behind his disappearance for over two years. The readers will definitely be most interested in that.”

His assistant frowned slightly and objected in disapproval, “The recent divorce battle between Xyla Ziegler and her husband and Hector's extramarital affair are both hot news, Mr. Lincoln. The public is most interested in celebrity gossip these days. Even though Trident Group is exceedingly powerful, its ability to attract attention in the media industry is still somewhat lacking compared to these trending young stars, no? After all, Mr. Moore is not a celebrity. Even if he had suddenly disappeared for a few years and suddenly returned, it's no big deal.”

Robert shook his head, an indecipherable smile spreading across his handsome and captivating face. “You're still young indeed. You don't understand the extent of Cayden's influence in the business world and the magnitude of the uproar his return will cause. There's a press conference at Trident Group at five o'clock this afternoon. You'll be covering it from start to finish. Get your pen moving. I want all JK Media's front-page headlines to be about him tomorrow.”

“Didn't you arrange work for me yesterday, to follow up on NBA Capston Hawks' visit at five o'clock in the afternoon?” his assistant muttered under his breath.

“To h*ll with those Anglandurns. Comparing between interviewing a few of them and Trident Group's

press conference this afternoon, the latter is nothing.”

Meanwhile, at the national television station, a young manager hurriedly rushed backstage.

He reported to a hale and hearty elderly man clad in a suit, “Director Lexington, Trident Group's CEO, Cayden Moore, wants us to schedule him for the evening news. He requested for the prime time of half past seven at that. What should we do about this?”

The national television station was different from other broadcast media. Its every word and action represented the nation's image, not a platform where anyone could go on just because they wanted to do so. No amount of money would do any good without formidable backing.

Chester Lexington's eyes suddenly narrowed behind his gold-rimmed glasses, a sharp glint flashing across them. “Set aside five minutes to cover news about Trident Group and Cayden Moore's return in their entirety.” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

He knew better than anyone the extent of Trident Group's influence. If it so much as sneezed, countless corporations across Aploth would catch a cold.

The return of a person like Cayden, who was inherently favored by the heavens, was destined to stand out among his peers once more. He would take Trident Group's development to a brand-new level and undoubtedly bring an immeasurable impetus to Ackleton's economic development.

“Uh...” The manager was somewhat puzzled. But still, he obeyed the director's orders and executed the command.

Trident Group's press conference was underway at the largest conference hall in Ackleton.

Armed with cameras, reporters pushed and shoved like sharks scenting blood, all straining to get in. With a bang, a fire door was knocked off its hinges. Contrarily, the security guards maintaining order seemed somewhat weak and powerless.

“Where did you go in the past two years you disappeared, Mr. Moore? Could you please tell us in detail?”

“Mr. Moore, Trident Group is presently managed by your wife, Avery. Are you planning to retract the management rights in her hands upon your return?”

“Trident Group is currently thriving, Mr. Moore. Can you share any new plans for its future development with us?”

A barrage of questions rang into the air.

Cayden, dressed in a white suit tailored by a renowned designer, was rendered even more slender and tall. On his handsome face with defined features, his eyes were seemingly half-closed. His nose bridge was high, while his thin lips were rosy. Every single facial feature of his showcased the creator's exquisite craftsmanship, making him appear extraordinarily prominent.

“I am deeply grateful to all of you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend Trident Group's press conference. The two years of my disappearance were due to a calamity I encountered while negotiating business. During that time, I experienced a series of ups and downs in life. As for the specific story, my assistant, Mr. Xavier Dartsley, will elaborate on it later. I am very thankful for the contributions my wife, Avery, made to Trident Group and the Moore family during my absence. I believe

you have all witnessed her outstanding work capabilities. Even in my absence, she was able to keep Trident Group thriving. Henceforth, we will manage Trident Group together. As for Trident Group's future development plans, this is my plan...”

In the face of the reporters and media's cameras flashing, he spoke eloquently, intelligently, and amicably. He could even answer their tricky and bizarre questions effortlessly, his handsome and confident demeanor often causing the female reporters to blush and their hearts to skip a beat.

He had always been one to plan in advance, strategize behind the scenes, and fight his battles in the business world from far ahead. His intelligence was almost supernatural. Unless one witnessed it personally, it would be hard to believe that such a handsome and talented man truly existed in this world.

However, in his speech, he often talked about his wife, making the female reporters both envious and jealous.

Among them, a female reporter from Glory Media finally had a chance to ask the man a question.

Nudging her glasses, she could not hold her curiosity back and asked, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Moore. I'm a reporter from Glory Media. I would like to ask you this—what is it about your wife that attracts you the most? Is it her appearance or her character?”

Cayden looked into the camera and smiled gently, saying, “My wife is naturally the most beautiful woman to me. Of course, her beauty is not merely on the outside but also on the inside. She has a special charm about her, a unique aura of purity. Words simply cannot express my love for her. I love her, and she is like the dawn of hope in my life. During my most difficult days, it was the thought of her and my yearning for her that sustained me.”

That was not a press conference at all. Instead, it was more of a public love confession to his wife.

The female journalist from Glory Media was a veteran in the media industry. Most importantly, she was still single despite her age. Having been a journalist for decades, she had conducted exclusive interviews with everyone, from national officials to common citizens. That was the first time since she started her journalism career that someone flaunted his love life in front of her, leaving her utterly envious.

As Wisteria, who stood next to Cayden, listened to that confession of love, her face darkened and went as black as thunder.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Avery was still taking care of Blake, who was still in a coma.

Through a live broadcast on her iPad, she watched Cayden's interview. Listening to his press conference that had seemingly turned into a love confession scene, she was suddenly moved, sorrowful, and happy. Various complex emotions flashed across her face, one after one.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. She gently placed Blake's cold hand on her warm face.

Holding the iPad close to her grandfather's ear, she whispered softly with tears in her eyes, “Do you see this, Grandpa? The grandson-in-law you've been speaking of often is back. Wake up and take a look at him, won't you?”