The office building Freya rented was located in the prime downtown district, and she had taken all three floors of the entire building.

When Andrew discovered that the rent was over a million, he immediately shook his head. “It’s way too expensive!”

Freya laughed dryly, “I think it’s reasonable. It’s 1.2 million a month, and once our company gets going, we’ll definitely make more than that per month.”

Andrew was dumbfounded. “So your 1.2 million isn’t for a year, but just for one month?”

Freya looked confused. “What else would you think? Of course it’s per month!”

Andrew decided right then and there that this conversation was over. He deeply regretted coming to check out this so-called office space with her. This spoiled heiress was not starting a company but throwing money into the wind for fun. Sure, the location was nice, but before the company even started, the rent and other expenses could have bankrupted the business.

Andrew was not short on cash, but he sure as hell was not a fool who tossed it around like confetti. He said, ” Alright, that’s enough for now. I’ll have my assistant follow up with you about whether there’s actual investment potential.”

He waved her off, feeling that continuing this conversation felt like a waste of time.

Freya frowned and asked, “Your secretary? Male or female?”

Andrew replied, “Female, of course. Do you think I’d want a male secretary?”

Freya looked suspicious. “Mr. Lloyd, you’re not one of those scumbags who has his secretary handle business during the day and handles his secretary at night, are you?”

Andrew smirked. “My affairs are none of your business, Ms. Freya!”

At that moment, the elevator dinged open, and a perfectly groomed man stepped out, dressed in a tailored suit and carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers.

“Freya, you’re here as I expected. I bought you flowers, and I’ve already arranged the renovation of your new company and all the follow-up facilities!” The young man flashed a charming smile, very much the perfect gentleman. However, the moment his eyes landed on Andrew, his expression turned cold.

“Freya, who’s this guy?”

Without a second thought, Freya took the bouquet and tossed it straight into the trash can beside her. Then, she dusted off her hands and answered nonchalantly, “Oh, him? He’s Logan’s sworn brother, and he also happens to be my dad’s chosen heir. And apparently, he’s the guy my family wants to set me up with.”

The other man’s face twisted with fury as he locked eyes with Andrew. “I’m only going to say this once: stay away from Freya. Disappear from my sight, or I’ll make you wish you were never born.”

Andrew was completely baffled. “And you are?”

The guy puffed up with smug pride. “I’m Trent King, young master of Royal Entertainment. My family practically owns half of Blumedale’s entertainment industry.”

Andrew waved dismissively. “I didn’t ask what your family does. I asked who you are.”

Trent’s smirk twisted into a sneer. “I’ve given you plenty of clues, and you still don’t recognize me? Must be some no-name nobody. The name’s Trent King, but going forward, you can address me as Mr. King.”

Andrew nodded casually. “Got it, Mr. Peasant.”

Trent’s face darkened. “What did you just say?”

“I said, Mr. Peasant. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?” Andrew replied, raising a brow.

Trent’s expression turned deadly in an instant. “You dare mock my name? You’re the first bastard to do that. You’ve got no idea who you’re messing with. One phone call from me, and you’ll never walk out of this building.”

Andrew’s brow furrowed as he stepped forward, his eyes sharp.

Trent chuckled coldly. “What? You scared now?”