Chapter: 710

Gerry dialed Alicia's number, but only got a dead line-it turned out her phone was off.

He smirked, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "So, you're the genius who managed to get on Alicia's bad side."

Well...

Caden's jaw tightened, fists clenching at his sides.

Gerry couldn't resist twisting the knife. "Weren't you the one bragging that women are just dramatic, and everything would blow over in a couple of days? Well, how Long's it been now? She blocked you, didn't she?"

Caden's expression remained stone-cold, but his words were firm.

“Every couple argues. It's normal."

Gerry let out a short laugh, unconvinced. “Yeah, but most couples don't stay apart this long. Be honest-did you two break up?"

Caden's gaze turned sharp, his voice dropping dangerously low. “I'd tear your head off before I'd ever let her go."

A chill ran down Gerry's spine, even though he knew it was just an empty threat.

"Alright, alright." He raised his hands in mock surrender, then asked more seriously, “Need my help? Maybe I can speed up your reconciliation."

Caden's eyes narrowed with disdain. “And what's a virgin with zero dating experience going to do to help me?"

Gerry felt the sting, but refused to back down.

If losing one's virginity was such an accomplishment, maybe Caden should print out a certificate saying, "I'm not a virgin!" and wear it around his neck.

Annoyed, he hit Caden where it hurt. "I'll just go find Alicia and ask her to cook for me."

Caden raised an eyebrow, his voice calm. "Talk's cheap."

Gerry, clearly irritated, snapped, "Just you wait."

He spun on his heel and stormed off, leaving Caden behind. "Give it your best shot," Caden called after him smugly. "If you succeed, I'LL owe you one."

As Gerry descended the stairs, a realization struck him like a slap to the face.

If he actually managed to win Alicia over, wouldn't Caden be the one to benefit from it?

Was he just doing Caden a huge favor for next to nothing?

Meanwhile, Caden wasn't going to wait around for Gerry.

He was already making his next move. On the way to Alicia's gallery, he picked up a bouquet of carefully selected flowers, placing them gently in the back seat.

When he arrived at the gallery, the receptionist waved him in without a second thought-he'd been there enough times to be a familiar face.

Just as the elevator doors slid open, Alicia's assistant stepped out, blinking in surprise at the sight of him. "Mr. Ward," she said, raising an eyebrow, “what brings you here today?"

Caden's expression remained calm. "Is Ms. Bennett busy?"

“Ms. Bennett left early this morning," the assistant replied, sounding a bit hesitant. "She was invited to play the piano at a banquet in Bechorion for an important client."

Caden's eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them.

“And when will she be back?"

The assistant shifted uncomfortably, glancing around as if the walls held the answer.