The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 467:

Alicia wasn’t worth his time.

Adjusting a stray strand of her hair, Corey said, his tone growing dark, “Now that I’m back in Warrington, I’ll be stepping on Caden’s toes to get what I want.

You’re in this with me now, so you’ll assist me.

Got it?”

The ambition in his eyes left her momentarily speechless.

“What is it you’re after?”

“That’s not your concern,” Corey replied smoothly.

“The Q Robot is a goldmine, and I have no objections to more wealth.

If things go well, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

Yolanda laughed bitterly.

“Taken care of? By offering yourself to me?” She spat in disgust.

“You’re not even close to Caden’s level.”

Corey barely flinched, unimpressed by her insults.

Nothing she said could unsettle him.

Later, when Dorian came to find her, Corey slipped away without a word, leaving Yolanda behind.

Despite her earlier fury, Yolanda’s demeanor changed when she faced her parents.

She was calm, even distant, as she spoke to Dorian.

“I’ve decided to work with Corey.

I’m not relying on you or the Moss family anymore.

I don’t want anyone thinking I owe you anything.”

Dorian’s voice turned stern.

“Yolanda, how can you talk about your mother like that? You know you were in the wrong.

She’s only ever wanted the best for you.”

Yolanda rolled her eyes.

“I’m old enough to make my own choices.

I don’t need anyone ‘educating’ me anymore.

Whatever I choose to do is my responsibility, not yours.”

She turned to leave, but Dorian stepped in front of her.

“Yolanda, don’t be so reckless!”

Her expression hardened, and she glared at him.

“If you try to stop me, I’ll end my life right here and now!”

Dorian felt a pang in his head, finally understanding the frustration his wife must have felt.

How were they supposed to guide a daughter like her? Her mention of death left him tense, afraid she might act on her threats.

Seeing his concern, Yolanda seized the moment.

“Dad, if I can’t be with Caden, there’s no reason for me to go on.

If you really care about me, you’ll help me find a way — whatever it takes — to make this happen!”

Meanwhile, Corey was dozing lightly in his car.

When the car slowed and came to a stop, he heard a commotion outside and opened his eyes.

A large crowd had gathered at his doorstep.

The driver glanced around, confused.

“What’s going on?”

Corey frowned as he looked over the crowd.

Mixed in were men and women with cameras and filming equipment, bustling with excitement.

In the center of it all, one figure caught his attention, lounging with an air of ease and confidence.

It was Gerry, the flamboyant film director known for lavishly spending his family’s money without a second thought.

He sat back, legs crossed, directing a provocative scene with exaggerated arrogance.

Dissatisfied with the male actor’s performance, Gerry shouted, “Strip! All of it! What’s there to be afraid of? You’re a man! Show me what you’ve got!”

The bold words Gerry uttered were almost unbearable.

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