?<strong>Chapter 801:</strong>


    “My target is Ynda. But given her current state, vengeance seems unnecessary.”


    Corey chuckled lightly.


    “Have you forgiven her? You’re still too soft, Alicia.”


    She didn’t react, her face as nk as ever.


    Later that night, Corey had a meeting with an important client. Since Alicia was allergic to alcohol, she knew she wouldn’t be much help there. However, she wasn’t idle. She used her connections to arrange for a woman to apany him. This woman, wellpensated for her role, followed Alicia’s instructions and managed to convince Corey to book a hotel room with her.


    upied with the woman for several hours, Corey was out of the picture, leaving Alicia with ample time to carry out her own ns.


    Alicia took this opportunity to enter Corey’s study. For her ultimate safety, Corey had provided her amodation in his private home. Upon arrival, Alicia noticed the home bore clear signs of frequent use by Corey. She deduced that every time he came to Terrnd, he would stay here.


    Using skills she’d learned from Caden, Alicia quickly bypassed the security for the study. Inside, there were numerous confidential files rted to Corey’s business. These documents required experts to interpret, but Alicia wasn’t interested in them. Her focus was on uncovering the Moss family’s secrets.


    Corey had initially approached Ynda, but after discovering she wasn’t Dorian’s biological daughter, he had shifted his attention to Alicia. What was he after?


    Once she pinpointed what she needed, Alicia began her search for relevant information. But after thirty minutes of fruitless searching, she felt slightly disheartened.


    Then, an idea struck her. She remembered something Caden had mentioned. When he first visited Terrnd, he had learned that Corey was involved in organ trafficking, allegedly to help a rtive. However, this rtive had remained well concealed.


    Alicia quickly rose from her seat and began searching through the drawers for photos. It didn’t take long before she found a photo tucked as a bookmark in one of Corey’s frequently read books.


    The photo showed a man and a woman, with a young girl resting on Corey’s shoulder. Corey looked handsome and gentle, while the girl appeared joyful and rxed. There was a noticeable resemnce between the two.


    Turning the photo over, Alicia found a name written on the back: Gemma Hampton.


    Gemma.


    Aliciamitted the name to memory and carefully ced the photo back in its spot. She nced at the book again; it was about blood diseases. A sudden chill ran down her spine as a suspicion crossed her mind, and she quickly left the study.


    The next morning, Alicia and Corey arrived back in Warrington. As soon as they emerged from the airport, they saw Caden standing in the snow. He wore a long ck coat, with snow dusting his head and shoulders. Despite the harsh winter wind, he stood strong, his presencemanding as ever.


    Alicia hesitated for a moment. Corey chuckled and said, “Caden, despite his faults, has a certain charm. Seeing him torment himself like this could move anyone, even me.”


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