Chapter 477:

Alicia, a woman who had never spoken a romantic word, had already surrendered herself to him. She might not realize it, but Caden did. Needless to say, he was in excellent spirits. He closed the car door, told her to drive safely, and waited for her to fasten her seatbelt. Alicia started the engine, but before driving away, she turned to Caden and asked, “How are you going to handle Corey?”

“I have a plan.”

Caden returned upstairs and summoned Hank to his office. “Pick a cup costing less than seven thousand dollars and deliver it to Corey personally,” he instructed.

Hank looked visibly confused. “Why a mug, of all things? Isn’t that a gift between lovers?”

“I’m talking about the kind a man uses under the covers in the middle of the night,” Caden clarified.

Hank’s expression changed dramatically. “That might be an even worse idea,” he said, uncertain.

“It’s a sign between men,” Caden shrugged. “He’s acting like a touch-starved, sex-crazed degenerate. He should appreciate it.”

Swallowing his embarrassment, Hank said goodbye and left.

When Corey received the gift, Yolanda was with him. She was thrilled it was from Caden and insisted on opening the box herself. Yolanda’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she examined the item. She’d never seen anything like it. “What is this?”

Corey glanced over, barely paying attention. He might not have used one himself, but he’d seen them many times. Corey frequented places of debauchery and indulgence. While he’d never been involved with the women there, he’d encountered plenty of risky situations. The only thought that occurred to him was how generous Caden had been, providing a world-class brand. The bastard must be worried about Corey's inexperience, though it was none of his business. Corey looked away and resumed what he was doing.

“It’s a masturbation cup,” he said flatly.

Yolanda frowned, still studying the object. “What does it do?”

Corey finally stopped and looked at her properly. “Why are you acting so innocent in front of me?” he asked with a mocking chuckle.

Yolanda rolled her eyes and opened the top of the cylinder. Suddenly, understanding dawned, and she tossed the cup away with a horrified expression. “You’re treating me like an idiot!” she exclaimed, angry and embarrassed.

“Was my answer unclear?” Corey replied coldly.

Yolanda had no one to blame but herself. She might lack experience, but some research wouldn't have hurt. “Why would he give you something like that?” she asked, disgusted.

Corey started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. “You’re better off not knowing.”

“Stop putting on airs with me,” Yolanda snapped. “I’m only working with you because of Caden.”