Chapter 507:

Instinctively, Alicia bit her lip, her excitement mounting. She held back, however, unwilling to further disturb him. "Continue with your work," she whispered. "We'll talk later."

Receiving no reply, Caden ended the call. As Alicia lowered her phone, a smile played on her lips. Even though she was the source of his anxiety, her face flushed, her heart racing. But as she considered Warrington's predicament, her smile faded. Turning, she sought out the two bodyguards, her thoughts heavy. They knew Caden's whereabouts. She had to find him.

Meanwhile, Caden set aside his phone as a whiskey glass slid towards him. The lavish, seductive atmosphere cast shadows across his striking features, captivating nearly every woman present. Their gazes were bold, passionate, and admiring. Opposite him sat Marlon Finch, a man in a floral shirt, a gold necklace as thick as a thumb coiled around his neck like a serpent. Puffing on a cigar, flanked by two women—one with a hand on his chest, the other on his hip—he grinned. "That a lady on the phone, Mr. Ward? You seemed quite pleased."

With a smirk, Caden raised his glass. "Only an exceptional woman can bring a smile to my face."

Marlon, a formidable figure in Terriland's underworld, laughed heartily. Though young, he was shrewd, having already captured Caden's attention and secured a partnership involving a multibillion-dollar contract. Aware of Caden's clean reputation, Marlon squinted. "What if our venture causes some casualties? Would you abandon our partnership?"

Reclining casually on a gold-trimmed sofa, Caden replied, "My partnership with you isn't about killing; it's about having a fallback. In my business, enemies are plentiful."

Marlon remained unconvinced. "Couldn't you ally with more powerful figures? Why pick me?"

"You're young and sharp. The old-timers might lack the agility to keep up," Caden answered, striking a match and lighting a cigarette. The rising smoke veiled his eyes, obscuring his true feelings.

Flattered and eager for wealth, Marlon nudged the woman beside him. "Go, keep Mr. Ward company."

She approached Caden with a graceful sway and leaned in close. He offered no resistance. Marlon's motives weren't about pleasure; this was a test. Blending in was Caden's only means of alleviating suspicion. With an arm around the woman's waist, Caden blew smoke towards her face. "Are you a virgin?"

The club, highly exclusive, presented a challenge. Using her skills, Alicia manipulated a guest's access card to gain entry. As a stranger, she stood out. She tried calling Caden, but he didn't answer. Left with no alternative, Alicia disguised herself as a masked server to locate him. Terriland's clubs were known for their free-spirited atmosphere, accommodating a wide range of behavior. The masked servers were part of the sensual, provocative ambiance, encouraging mingling among patrons.