?<strong>Chapter 832:</strong>


    Corey waved dismissively.


    “Menopause, apparently. Just let her be.”


    Gemma frowned.


    “Stop talking nonsense. She’s still young and energetic.”


    Corey nced at the clock, his expression casual.


    “Why are you up sote? Feeling more tired than usual?”


    With Gemma’s unique condition, Corey was always vignt, wary of potentialplications.


    “I don’t know,” Gemma confessed.


    “I’ve had this ringing in my ears at night, disrupting my sleep. I try to make up for it during the day.”


    “Anything else troubling you?” Corey asked, his brow furrowing in concern.


    Gemma shook her head.


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    “Not really, but I’ve been gued by nightmares. It’s hard to calm down after waking up; my heart just races.”


    Corey looked at her, concern etched deeply on his face. Since Alicia’s arrival, Gemma’s health had been improving, which led him to forego aprehensive check-up. Now, it seemed that a thorough examination was overdue.


    A week had passed, and Caden still hadn’t heard from Alicia. Unperturbed, he maintained his routine—finishing his workday and walking his dog each evening.


    That changed when Hank arrived to report, saying, “Ms. Bet’s team has settled in Warrington.”


    The team was staying in a housingplex that Alicia had purchased just a week earlier. Hank had investigated and confirmed the purchase.


    Hank exhaled heavily.


    “They’re incredibly loyal to Ms. Bet. It’s surprising enough that they didn’t leave for ten times their sry. Besides, they followed her even after the hospital acquisition. That’s remarkable.”


    Caden let out augh tinged with sarcasm.


    “Are you implying you’re dissatisfied with my decisions?”


    Hank looked surprised.


    “Of course not. You’re an exceptional boss.”


    Caden’s smile was more of a sneer.


    “Then why didn’t they choose to work for me?”


    At a loss for words, Hank pulled out his phone.


    “Well, Mr. Ward, what would you like for dinner? I can order something.”


    “I’m not hungry,” Caden responded curtly.


    “Alright then.” Shifting back to business, Caden gave his orders.


    “Keep an eye on Monica’s research institute. I want to know who she’s meeting these days.”


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