Chapter 467:
Alicia wasn’t worth his time. Adjusting a stray strand of hair, Corey said, his tone darkening, “Now that I’m back in Warrington, I’ll be crossing paths with Caden to get what I want. You’re in this with me, so you’ll assist. Understood?”
The ambition in his eyes rendered her speechless. “What is it you’re after?”
“That’s none of your concern,” Corey replied smoothly. “The Q Robot is a goldmine, and I want more wealth. If things go well, I’ll ensure you’re well compensated.”
Yolanda laughed bitterly. “Well compensated? By offering yourself to me?” she spat. “You’re not even in Caden’s league.”
Corey remained unimpressed by her insults. Nothing she said could faze him. Later, when Dorian arrived, Corey slipped away silently, leaving Yolanda behind.
Despite her earlier anger, Yolanda’s demeanor shifted when she faced her parents. She was calm, almost distant, as she spoke to Dorian. “I’ve decided to work with Corey. I’m not relying on you or the Moss family anymore. I don’t want anyone to think I owe you anything.”
Dorian’s voice hardened. “Yolanda, how can you speak to your mother like that? You know you were wrong. She’s always wanted the best for you.”
Yolanda rolled her eyes. “I’m old enough to make my own choices. I don’t need anyone ‘educating’ me. Whatever I do is my responsibility, not yours.”
She turned to leave, but Dorian blocked her path. “Yolanda, don’t be so reckless!”
Her expression hardened, and she glared at him. “If you try to stop me, I’ll kill myself right here and now!”
Dorian felt a sharp pang of understanding, finally comprehending his wife’s frustration. How were they supposed to guide a daughter like her? Her mention of death left him tense, fearing she might act on her threat. Seeing his concern, Yolanda seized the opportunity. “Dad, if I can’t be with Caden, there’s no reason for me to live. If you really care about me, you’ll help me find a way—whatever it takes—to make this happen!”
Meanwhile, Corey was lightly dozing in his car. As the car slowed and stopped, he heard a commotion outside and opened his eyes. A large crowd had gathered. The driver looked around, confused. “What’s going on?”
Corey frowned, surveying the crowd. Among them were people with cameras and filming equipment, bustling with excitement. In the center, one figure commanded his attention: Gerry, the flamboyant film director known for his lavish spending. He sat back, legs crossed, directing a scene with exaggerated arrogance. Dissatisfied with the male actor’s performance, Gerry shouted, “Strip! All of it! What’s there to be afraid of? You’re a man! Show me what you’ve got!” Gerry's bold words were almost unbearable.