Chapter 524:

“Mr. Moss,” Caden said coldly, “Yolanda is detained. Would you like to see her?”

Dorian’s expression hardened.

“Don’t worry,” Caden taunted. “She’s a wealthy young woman who’s been pampered her entire life. She won’t suffer much.”

Ronald knew Caden’s ruthlessness well. He had no defense for Yolanda.

“So, then!” Dorian growled. “Did you call me here just to taunt me, or are you planning to arrest me as well?”

Caden shifted leisurely, but his tone remained firm. “For old times’ sake, I won’t take action against you. But I can’t promise the same if something similar happens again.”

Dorian scoffed. “Do you really think the Warrington police can touch me?”

Caden’s gaze sharpened. “If they are as compliant as you claim, then how do you think they apprehended your daughter?”

No sooner had Caden finished speaking than the interrogation room erupted in shouting and scuffling. Yolanda was clearly causing a scene. “Do you know who my father is?” she screamed, followed by a barrage of similar protests.

Dorian saw Yolanda being escorted out by two officers. The chief approached Caden. “Everything is in order, Mr. Ward. Given Miss Moss’s criminal activities, she will be detained for at least seven days.”

“How dare you!” Dorian exploded.

The chief, unfazed, asked, “Are you a relative of Miss Moss?”

“I am her father.”

“Perfect,” the chief replied. “You will need to provide a statement as well.”

Dorian looked ready to argue, but Caden interrupted. “Don’t waste your energy, Mr. Moss. The world doesn’t revolve around you. You can’t use your influence to interfere with the authorities.”

Dorian glared, his eyes blazing with hatred. He sensed a special relationship between Caden and the chief. But regardless of Caden’s connections, Yolanda had broken the law.

Frustrated and unprepared, Dorian couldn’t defend his daughter. Yolanda spotted him; her frantic expression turned pitiful. “Dad! Dad, are you here to take me home?”

Dorian wouldn’t defy the police openly. “Cooperate with them for now, Yolanda. I’ll sort this out.”

That wasn’t what Yolanda wanted to hear. She didn’t want to stay, resorting to her usual tactic—gasping for air and feigning faintness. “Dad, I want to go home. I don’t feel well. Take me home, please. I don’t want to stay here.”

Dorian instinctively moved toward her.

“The police station has its own doctors,” Caden said coldly. “You have nothing to worry about.”