Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 98 Layla's Arrogance

Chapter 98 Layla's Arrogance

On her way, she had considered all the possibilities that could happen. But all she had to do was

abandon her pride and cooperate with Layla.

Actually, it wasn't difficult at all.

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That was her first time entering the interior of Willowbrook. The decoration style was to her liking - blue

arches, horseshoe-shaped windows, gray mud walls, and white curtains that appeared even more

mysterious and romantic under the sea breeze.

Unfortunately, the owner of the house was Layla.

Under the guidance of the servant, Avery arrived in the living room - spacious and bright, with a 270-

degree panoramic window that offered a clear view of the sea from every angle.

She hadn't seen Layla yet when suddenly something hung on her leg. It was none other than Ethan,

whom she hadn't seen for some time.

"Mom." His pronunciation had improved since the last time, and his chubby cheeks were very cute.

The child's eyes sparkled like stars in the sky. Seeing him again, Avery felt a sense of familiarity in her

heart.

Ethan opened his arms towards Avery while drool trickled down from his plump lips. "Mom, hug..."

Avery wanted to rub his head, but the nanny hurriedly came and took Ethan away.

"Oh my, my little master, go upstairs quickly. Your mom has something important to do."

Ethan was very dissatisfied with being taken away forcibly, so he started crying and reached out his

arms towards Avery. "Mom, mom."

Avery's heart clenched as well. She had unexpectedly developed such complex emotions towards

Layla's son.

Layla arrived belatedly from the second floor. She heard Ethan's voice from afar. "Good boy, you finally

know how to call Mommy. Mommy will come and play with you later."

Ethan ignored her and continued looking in Avery's direction.

Layla sat down on the sofa. A servant approached and asked pleasingly, "Madam, what would you like

to drink?"

Resting her head on her hand lazily, Layla looked at Avery and said, "I heard your skill at cooking

cakes is good."

"If it's a requirement of getting Adams Mansion, I can bake for you." Avery got straight to the point.

With a smile, Layla replied, "Avery, as someone from a business family, haven't you been taught that

you have to give something in order to get something? You're standing here today. I assume you came

to discuss Adams Mansion with me. What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"The servant will inform you."

Following the servant's instructions, Avery baked a plate of honey cake.

"Too sweet."

Avery baked again for the second time.

"Too hard."

She could always find reasons and excuses for the third and fourth tries. On the fifth try, she poured the

egg mixture directly onto Avery's hair.

Suppressing her anger, Avery let the mixture of batter and egg drip down her hair.

Avery lowered her head, her long eyelashes hiding her emotions. Her voice was very low, making it

difficult to discern her feelings.

"Miss White, I am not a cook, so naturally, I cannot bake something that suits your taste."

However, Layla continued to boast shamelessly, her face full of arrogance.

"Avery, I hold grudges. Didn't I tell you to bring Isabella? This is the consequence of not listening to

me."

Avery was well aware that Layla's current audacity and arrogance were all supported by Jacob, while

she had nothing and even had to rely on others. Hence, Layla felt she could mistreat her without

consequences.

As Layla happily enjoyed Avery's misery, Avery, who had kept her head down all along, suddenly

moved.

Avery was very swift. She picked up the remaining half-bowl of egg mixture and slapped it onto Layla's

face.