With a cheerful whistle, she sought out Caden. Meanwhile, he had carefully examined the purported evidence and, with resignation, accepted the situation. Yolanda had deleted all records from his phone and replaced it in his coat pocket. As Caden donned his coat, Yolanda emerged from around the corner, feigning arrival.

“Caden, your thoughts?” she asked, her tone light yet expectant.

Caden’s face remained impassive. “I don’t have any,” he replied dismissively.

Taken aback by his indifference, Yolanda pressed on. “You still won’t cooperate with my father?”

With a cold demeanor, Caden turned and walked away. He instinctively reached for his phone to call Alicia, but the call failed. His frown deepened as he exited the hotel lounge and proceeded down the hallway.

Yolanda followed closely, attempting to persuade him with arguments for and against cooperation. Caden ignored her, his irritation escalating with each word. She persisted.

“Caden, if you ever need anything, I’m here. Marriage is irrelevant. I’m ready to support you, no matter what.”

Caden’s response was frigid, laced with contempt. “Without Dorian, you’re insignificant. What use could I possibly have for you?”

He abruptly stopped, his gaze fixed on a nearby room. A pang of pain pierced his heart, halting him. Yolanda noticed his reaction; the room was Alicia and Blake’s suite.

Her heart pounded, breath catching in her throat. She feared he’d sensed something, her anxiety intensifying.

“What’s wrong?” Yolanda asked cautiously, a hint of concern in her voice.

Caden suppressed his unease and quickly turned, unwilling to linger. He walked away with determined strides.

Watching him leave, Yolanda breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately called Corey.

“Did your team mess up? Check now. Caden seemed to notice something before he left,” she said, her voice tense.

Corey sounded annoyed. “What do you mean?”

“He stopped for a few seconds when he passed Alicia’s room.”

“Where is he now?” Corey asked sharply.

“He’s gone; I don’t know where.”

Corey chuckled, teasing her nervousness. “You know Caden. If he’d really noticed something, he would have confronted it.”

Reassured, Yolanda relaxed slightly. As she did, Dorian appeared, placing a coat over her shoulders.

“It’s chilly, and you’re inadequately dressed. Don’t catch cold,” he said softly.