Chapter 517:


    The darkness enveloped him as Libby approached with a coat, saying, “Mr.


    Hampton, drive safely.”


    Corey, silent, took onest nce at Gemma lying on the sofa before turning to leave, his heart heavy.


    It was only when she heard the car’s engine start that Gemma allowed herself to make a sound, her sobs quiet and sorrowful.


    Libby quickly came tofort her.


    “Is it the pain again, Miss Hampton?”


    Gemma raised her face, her tears flowing freely.


    She watched the taillights disappear, her cheeks wet with sorrow.


    “I’m not in pain,” she whispered to Libby, her voice filled with regret.


    “I just wish I hadn’t pretended to sleep.


    I could have spent a little more time with Corey.”


    During his drive back, Corey felt an unexpected urge and decided to look up the song Alicia had performed earlier.


    It was well-known that when Lilliana was at the height of her poprity, she had actually been lip-syncing.


    The mediater uncovered that the vocals and lyrics had been Alicia’s creations.


    As the music yed, Alicia’s soft and familiar voice slowly filled the car.


    Both the melody and her vocals were utterly captivating.


    Although Corey wasn’t particrly fond of music, he found himself deeply admiring Alicia’s talent as he listened.


    It became clear why the song had helped catapult Lilliana to stardom.


    It was also evident why Alicia’s sess had sparked such deep resentment from Lilliana after her fame had faded.


    As Corey drove down the mountain, sunlight streamed through the windows, blurring the boundary between the city’s neon lights and the moonlight.


    Corey nced sideways, watching as the lights flickered in the high rises.


    Each light represented someone’s home.


    At that moment, the lyrics echoed softly in the song: “Gaze at the bright moon above, and see the city lights below.” Yet Corey, unlike others, had to put in much more effort than most to maintain his own home.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Upon his return to thepany, Corey was surprised to see that Ynda had already left the hospital.


    She wore a ribbon around her neck, concealing the severe marks.


    As Corey walked in, Ynda quickly threw a USB drive at him.


    “This is from my client.


    Enjoy it.”


    Corey nced at her.


    Her face was pale, and her smile looked eerie, almost spectral.


    “What’s on it? Just tell me straight,” Corey said, not in the mood to sift through it himself.


    Ynda, applying bright lipstick using apact mirror, responded sharply, “What do you think? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the recent project we worked on?” She scoffed as she continued, “Obviously, it’s from those corrupt men.


    Stunning robots.


    They’re utterly enchanted by them.”


    Corey took the USB drive and plugged it into theputer.


    He began the video.


    The robots had been upgraded with expressions and voices, and they strikingly resembled Caden’s mother.


    However, the portrayal in the video was offensive and distorted—far removed from the dignified and gentle woman she once was.


    Disgusted by the sight of those greasy men, he quickly closed the video.


    “Is this just for my eyes?” Corey asked.


    Ynda responded harshly, “I’ve already sent the first copy to Joy Mansion.


    By now, Caden’s grandmother has probably seen it, right?”


    Corey narrowed his eyes slightly, finding amusement in her ruthless attitude.


    Ynda continued, “Just imagining how that old woman feels thrills me.


    To see her treasured daughter debased like this.


    It must be crushing her heart.”


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