Chapter 507:


    Instinctively, Alicia bit her lip, feeling her excitement build.


    But she held back, not wanting to disturb him further.


    “Continue with your work,” she whispered, “We’ll talkter.”


    Not receiving the response he’d hoped for, Caden ended the call without another word.


    As Alicia put her phone down, a smile crept onto her face.


    Even though it was Alicia who was making him anxious, here she was, with a flushed face and her heart racing.


    As she thought about Warrington’s current predicament, her smile faded.


    She turned to locate the two bodyguards, burdened by her thoughts.


    They knew Caden’s whereabouts.


    She had to find him.


    Meanwhile, Caden set his phone aside as a ss of whiskey slid toward him.


    Thevish, seductive atmosphere cast shadows over his striking features, drawing the attention of nearly every woman in the room.


    Their gazes were bold, passionate, and admiring.


    Opposite him sat a man in a floral shirt, wearing a gold ne thick as a thumb that wrapped around his neck like a serpent.


    Puffing on a cigar, nked by two women—one with her hand on his chest, the other on his hip—he grinned at Caden and asked, “That ady on the phone, Mr.


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    With a smirk, Caden lifted the ss before him.


    “Only an exceptional woman can bring a smile to my face.”


    Marlon Finch, a formidable figure in Terrnd’s underworld,ughed heartily.


    Though young, he was shrewd enough to capture Caden’s attention and secure a partnership involving a multibillion-dor contract.


    Aware of Caden’s clean reputation, Marlon squinted and asked, “What if our venture causes some casualties? Would you abandon our partnership?”


    Reclining casually on a gold-trimmed sofa, Caden responded, “My partnership with you isn’t about killing; it’s about having a fallback.


    In my business, enemies are plentiful.”


    Marlon remained doubtful.


    “Couldn’t you ally with more powerful figures? Why pick me?”


    “You’re young and sharp.


    The old-timers might not have the agility to keep up with me,” Caden answered.


    He struck a match, lighting a cigarette.


    The rising smoke veiled his eyes, masking his true feelings.


    Marlon, ttered by Caden’s words and eager for wealth, nudged the woman next to him.


    “Go, keep Mr.


    Wardpany.”


    She approached Caden with a graceful sway and leaned in close.


    Caden offered no resistance.


    Marlon’s motives weren’t about pleasure; this was a test.


    Blending in was the only way for Caden to fully alleviate any suspicions.


    With an arm wrapped around the woman’s waist, Caden blew smoke toward her face and asked, “Are you a virgin?”


    The club had a reputation for being highly exclusive.


    Using her skills, Alicia tampered with a guest’s ess card to slip inside.


    As a stranger in this ce, she stood out easily.


    She tried calling Caden, but he didn’t respond.


    Left with no choice, Alicia disguised herself as a masked server to locate him.


    The clubs in Terrnd were known for their free-spirited and open atmosphere, allowing all kinds of behavior.


    The ambiance included servers donning masks, adding to the sensual, provocative vibe where patrons mingled freely with one another.


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