Chapter: 330

Afterwards, he told Hank to schedule a meeting in thirty minutes.

Hank seemed confused. "Mr. Ward, didn't you say you had plans today and asked everyone to leave early?"

Without glancing up, Caden replied in a tone completely devoid of emotion, "Leave. Don't even bother showing up for work tomorrow."

Hank shivered at his words.

He couldn't understand why the boss was suddenly so irritable.

Thereafter, he went out to prepare for the upcoming meeting.

The meeting stretched until nine in the evening, and the executives trickled out one by one. Caden returned to his office, focusing on organizing key projects.

Moments later, Hank came in with some takeout. "You must be hungry, Mr. Ward. I brought you something to eat."

Caden didn't take his eyes off the screen. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Hank had seen this behavior before.

Something didn't feel right.

He opened the container and gently nudged it closer to Caden.

"Mr. Ward, what's bothering you?"

Caden paused for a moment.

He couldn't quite identify what was fueling his frustration.

He thought back to the phone call earlier. Joshua had taunted him, and Alicia refused to speak.

Was that what was bothering him?

A bitter laugh almost escaped him.

Whatever the situation between them, why should it matter to him?

"Nothing." His stomach growled from hunger, adding to his irritation.

He scowled and said, "Take the food away. Eat somewhere else."

Realizing Caden meant it, Hank quickly packed up the takeout.

He knew Caden hadn't eaten properly all day.

With the amount of work piling up, Hank was worried that Caden might collapse.

Hank shoved a drumstick into his mouth and called Gerry for backup.

Around ten, Gerry drove over.

Afterwards, he went upstairs, curious to see how Caden was handling his anger. The moment he arrived, he found Caden, calm and composed.

“Hank said you were in a bad mood. Why do you look so calm?" Gerry asked. “I thought I'd catch you blowing off some steam."

Since the day they became friends, Caden had always kept his composure.

Big issues or small, nothing ever seemed to rattle him.