Chapter 497:


    Alicia replied, “It was an innovation contest for security control systems.


    Caden took first ce.


    His design was purchased three years ago by the world’srgest bank, and it has never failed since.


    You, someone who buys locks for protection, really think you can outsmart a lock maker?”


    Corey’s eyes darkened slightly, a storm brewing beneath his calm facade.


    The reason why he always fell short against Caden was that Caden’s innovative ideas never ran dry.


    “So, did Caden teach you?” Corey asked.


    Suddenly, a voice rang out from inside, cutting through the tension.


    “Does she even need to be taught? Want to find out who took second ce in thatpetition?”


    Corey nced up to see Gerry striding toward him.


    Dressed in bright colors, Gerry resembled a mboyant beetle.


    As he approached, he pulled a baseball bat from behind him, the solid wood striking a menacing thwack against his palm.


    Corey’s eyes narrowed at the sight.


    “Mr.


    Hopkins, are you really nning to start a fight on my turf?”


    Gerry let out augh, the sound dripping with mockery.


    “Do you even need to ask? What else do you think I brought this bat for? To use it as a walking stick?”


    Alicia interjected, her tone sharp as a knife.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    “Corey, don’t even think about calling the police.


    All power in your office has been cut off.


    No one ising to save you.”


    Corey shook his head in disbelief, incredulous at the audacity of it all.


    “Do people still resort to such tactics in aw-abiding society?”


    Alicia replied calmly, “You’vemitted a few dirty deeds yourself.


    What’s wrong with using force? A seasoned businessman like you isn’t scared of a small altercation, right?”


    Corey fixed his cold gaze on Alicia.


    She was determined to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.


    But would they be able to handle him? Always up for fun and games, Gerry stood no chance against him.


    A dismissive smirk crept across Corey’s face as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.


    “If ites to a fight, you might not be my match.”


    “Is that so?” Gerry asked, whistling indifferently.


    At that moment, Jasmine stepped out of the room, nked by a group of strong men.


    They all wore matching uniforms, clearly hired muscle from a securitypany.


    Corey recognized Jasmine instantly.


    She was the top female bodyguard in Warrington, renowned for herbat skills that rivaled those of the Special Forces.


    As Jasmine stepped into the room, Ynda instinctively recoiled and identally bumped into something, causing it to tter loudly.


    All eyes turned to her.


    Her face flushed, and she instinctively hid her hands behind her back.


    Gerry sauntered over, casually propping one leg on a chair to block Ynda’s escape.


    He tilted his head, his tone deceptively polite.


    “Hey, Ynda, what are you hiding?”


    Though Ynda was familiar with Gerry, she was acutely aware of the rift between them.


    His tone when he uttered her name dripped with mockery.


    She gritted her teeth and replied, “I’m not hiding anything.”


    Gerry tried to reassure her with a smirk.


    “I don’t hit women.


    However, you really need to cooperate and show me what’s in your hands.”


    Ynda’s resolve hardened.


    “I told you, I don’t have anything! Get out of my way!”


    In a swift motion, Gerry reached out and snatched the object from her grip.


    It was her phone.


    Fortunately, he had intercepted her just in time; her call for help had not gone through.


    He turned off the phone and casually tossed it into his pocket.


    “You don’t have to worry.


    You’re not the target today.


    Just sit back and enjoy the show.”


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