Chapter 114

Harvey’s smile twisted into a sinister grin. “So what if it’s a threat? I’m Harvey Weller, heir to the Weller family and one of Jayrodale’s elite four. If I weren’t concerned about Christie becoming suspicious, I would have dealt with you already.”

Andrew chuckled, unfazed. “You’re awfully confident. Why don’t you try?”

Harvey narrowed his eyes. “What do you have that could possibly compare to me, Andrew? I know what you’re after—Christina. While she’s far beyond your reach, she’ll be mine soon. Then, I can have her as I please.”

Andrew replied calmly, “Christina and I are finished, and you needn't flaunt your supposed superiority. But let me warn you—don’t push your luck. I’m not as patient as you think, and if you go too far, you and the Weller family will regret it.”

With that, Andrew strolled into the private dining room, smiling, brushing past Harvey as if he were an insignificant insect.

Harvey clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with rage. He couldn't believe that Andrew dared to threaten him, and the entire Weller family. Crushing Andrew would be simple, given their power. Nevertheless, there was no rush. Once he had Christina completely under his control, he would thoroughly humiliate Andrew.

“Harvey, the food’s here. Let’s eat!” Leroy called out. Noticing Harvey’s demeanor, he added, “Harvey, are you alright? You don’t look well.”

Harvey forced a laugh. “I’m fine, Leroy. What do you think of me? Am I worthy of Christie? Be honest.”

Leroy immediately gave a thumbs-up. “Harvey, you’re like a god among men—absolutely perfect for Christie. You two are a match made in heaven!”

Harvey chuckled, feeling better. He wished Andrew could witness the Stevens family's view of him. He couldn't comprehend how Andrew dared challenge him.

At the table, Andrew ate without hesitation.

“Andrew, slow down before you choke,” Christina said with concern.

Irene glared at her daughter and whispered, “Christie, you’re focusing on the wrong person!”

“Mom, I was just reminding him!” Christina sighed.

Leroy eagerly poured red wine for Harvey. “Harvey, let me make a toast to you.”

“Pour me some too,” Andrew said casually, setting down his glass.

“Why can’t you pour it yourself?” Leroy snapped. “What makes you think I should serve you?”

“Who do you think you are, making my son pour your wine?” Irene added angrily.

“What’s wrong with him pouring my wine?” Andrew replied indifferently. “Have you forgotten I’m in charge of the orphanage project? You invited me to dinner as your business partner; shouldn’t you be serving the wine?”

Irene, furious, held her tongue, remembering Andrew’s position. Stevens Corporation needed to maintain a cordial relationship with a Wealthroller Investments executive.

Leroy slammed the bottle down. “Pour it yourself. I’m not your servant.”

Andrew wiped his mouth and stood. “Well, if Stevens Corporation shows so little sincerity, perhaps we should put the South City Orphanage project on hold.”

Christina frowned. “Andrew, is it really worth making such a big deal over a glass of wine?”