Chapter 906:
At the next red light, Alicia rolled down her window to see the Pagani alongside her. Corey removed his sunglasses, flashing a wide grin. “Ms. Bennett, don’t you recognize me?”
Alicia glanced at his car. “What did this set you back?”
“Over thirty million,” Corey quickly added with a smirk, “Embezzled funds.”
Alicia smirked and rolled up her window, choosing to ignore him.
Corey had anticipated a reaction from Alicia, but she remained impassive. Curious, he asked, “Weren’t you always opposed to my reckless spending? Why aren’t you bothered now?”
“It’s your money and meant for you to spend,” Alicia responded calmly.
Corey scoffed. “Seems like you’re back with Caden. With him looking out for you, you wouldn’t mind my minor expenses.”
Alicia stopped him, blocking his way. “This is my private residence. You should stop here,” she stated firmly. “Mr. Hampton, please leave.”
Despite her warning, Corey insisted on entering. He wasn’t in Warrington for business and had time to spare. Alicia’s expression darkened as he pushed past her into the house.
Corey casually strolled into the living room and examined the shoe cabinet. He found a pair of men’s slippers and slipped them on without asking.noveldrama
Alicia’s displeasure was evident. “Who said you could touch my belongings?”
Seeing her reaction, Corey was sure of his suspicions. “Caden’s slippers, huh?” he taunted. “Looks like you two live together once again. Has he slept with you? Isn’t it too easy for you to let him back into your life, Alicia? After everything he had done to you, you still fell for him in such a short time.”
Alicia, sensing Corey’s uncharacteristic fury, didn’t take offense at his words. Unlike Caden, Corey was two years older and had climbed the ranks through sheer grit and determination. Known for his composed demeanor, he seldom lost his temper unless he encountered significant challenges.
At the moment, Corey was furious and didn’t mince his words. Alicia surmised it was likely due to a recent event in Xada, possibly involving Gemma.
Alicia asked, “Is the machine you bought malfunctioning?”
Corey’s mind flickered from the machine to Gemma, and his expression clouded over, losing its aggressive edge. Realizing she had hit the mark, Alicia bent down to change her shoes. “Tell me, what’s happening?”
Corey watched her, his gaze filled with deep, impenetrable gloom. The issue wasn’t the machine. It was a more grave and despairing illness that had surfaced.
Corey managed to temper his anger and sat down on the sofa. “I just insulted you. Why aren’t you mad at me?”
Alicia responded, “You grew up in an orphanage, often scraping by with whatever was available. You have few family members in this world. I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at you.”
Corey was speechless. His mood was already sour, and her biting tone worsened it, leaving him without an outlet for his frustration. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
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