Chapter: 644

"I'm at the gallery."

"Return by nine tonight. We need to settle some accounts," Caden instructed.

Alicia bowed her head slightly. "We'll see. Your schedule might be too full today.”

She promptly ended the call.

Caden stared at his phone, his face clouding over.

Before he could ponder further, Hank entered after a knock.

He mentioned an incident involving Yolanda.

“There are about ten bodyguards downstairs, ready to escort you,"

Hank reported anxiously. “They were sent by Mr. Moss," he added.

Caden looked out the window and saw the bodyguards, tall and formidable, blocking the entrance.

It was clear Dorian meant business.

Without a word, Caden loosened his tie and stepped out.

"What's the situation with Yolanda?" Caden inquired.

Hank, looking gravely serious, trailed him. "Uncertain. Mr. Moss has sealed all information."

“Ensure someone checks on Joy Mansion. Ensure Ciara is safe," Caden directed.

"Understood," Hank confirmed.

The bodyguards, though menacing, did not touch Caden. They respectfully escorted him to the vehicle and drove directly to Dorian's place.

Yolanda was found asleep on the bed, her face still bearing marks, and her lip appeared injured.

Remembering Alicia's earlier words, Caden made the connection.

The slap had been Alicia's handiwork.

Caden looked at Yolanda, then exited the room.

As he turned, Dorian stood there, looking particularly somber.

"Dorian, a phone call would have sufficed for a meeting. There's no need for all this commotion," Caden remarked, keeping his cool.

Dorian, holding back his anger, inquired, “Have you seen Yolanda?"

“Yes, I have. Are there other injuries?" Caden inquired calmly.

His detachment only infuriated Dorian further. "Do you think a harsh slap was not enough? Should she have endured more?"

Caden offered a smile. "I didn't expect something minor. Given the uproar tonight, I anticipated worse injuries."

He had envisioned Yolanda perhaps severely injured.

Dorian, irate, exclaimed, “Yolanda is my cherished daughter. How can you suggest such indifference? If you were in her place, would you remain so composed?"

This struck a chord in Caden.