Chapter 469:

He remained pompous and shameless until the police arrived. The lead officer, seeing his clear guilt, stepped forward to apprehend him. Gerry feigned defiance. “Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me?”

“We don’t care who you are,” the officer replied calmly. “Our duty is to the community, not individuals.”

“Then you must want to lose your jobs. Do you know who my father is? My brother?”

Ignoring his bluster, the officer handcuffed Gerry and placed him in the police car. “Stop talking and cooperate.”

Gerry stared, bewildered. Why were they treating him so harshly? Unlike his usual experience with the police – always polite when he visited with Caden – this was entirely different.

Even in the car, his defiance persisted. He flipped Corey the bird as Corey simply rolled his eyes and returned to the villa. As the car pulled away, Gerry complained, “You could have played along. I’ll speak to your chief and get you all fired!”

“Our chief?” the officer repeated. “Do you even know his name?”

Gerry fell silent. He didn't know the chief. He planned to rely on his family for bail but lacked the courage to call his father. Instead, he called Cliff, only to be met with unexpected rejection.

“Mr. Ward told me not to interfere. I’m sorry, bro.”

Gerry’s eyes widened. “Caden told you not to help? Fine! That bastard… I was loyal, and he repays me like this?”

After a long sulk, Gerry finally contacted Caden. Caden, after hearing the story, went to the police station. It was late; the building was dimly lit. Gerry, his arrogance vanished, slumped in the detention room. Caden arranged for his release, paying the necessary fine.

Hungry and exhausted, Gerry lacked the energy for recriminations. “Want to grab a bite?” he asked, opening a food app. “I’m starving. Let’s order a buffet. I could eat a horse.”

“I was having dinner when you called,” Caden replied coolly.

Gerry paused. “Yeah? Who cooked?”

“Who do you think?”

“Alicia?” Gerry guessed eagerly. “Let’s go back to your place. I want to try Alicia’s cooking!”

A pang of displeasure shot through Caden at the thought of someone else enjoying Alicia’s meal. “You’ll only get leftovers.”

“Leftovers are fine. I’m not picky.”